Chapter 93: Are you looking for me?

Seeing that she had agreed, Su Qing immediately went off to look for a convenient place.

As soon as Su Qing left, Ji Tianxin remained where she was, standing motionless.

In the garden under the night sky, dressed in white, Ji Tianxin looked like a little spirit lingering among the flowers, her eyes innocent and faintly distant as she idly surveyed her surroundings.

At that moment, a splash came from afar.

At first, Ji Tianxin paid it no mind. But when she heard a girl’s cry for help, she immediately turned around. Her step shifted ever so slightly, and in an instant she had appeared several paces away.

When Ji Yuanruo followed after her, he saw Ji Tianxin standing there; yet in the blink of an eye, she had vanished again.

After searching for quite some time, he finally spotted her figure in the distance and hurried after her once more.

“Help! Help!”

A girl’s voice came from the pond.

Yet the garden was still filled with the music and dance from the great hall. Her cries were drowned out, and the guards had mostly gathered near the hall to keep watch, so no one was there to hear her.

Just then, a streak of pale white swept past. While the girl was still crying for help, she suddenly felt herself being lifted up. By the time she came to her senses, she had already been set on the bank.

She was about twelve years old, her hair disheveled from struggling, and her clothes were in complete disorder.

“Cough, cough, cough... cough...” Duan Zi coughed hard, choking out a great deal of water. She was soaked through from head to toe.

Lifting her head weakly, she saw Ji Tianxin standing before her in a moon-white long dress with wide sleeves, and for a moment she thought she had truly seen a little fairy.

“Fairy... little sister?” she murmured. “You saved me.”

Ji Tianxin glanced at her, then stepped forward and placed a small hand on her shoulder.

For a moment, Duan Zi did not dare move. Whether from fear or something else, she could only stare wide-eyed at Ji Tianxin.

“You’re too wet. You’ll get sick,” Ji Tianxin said slowly, enunciating each word.

As she spoke, Duan Zi suddenly felt a warm current rise through her body. Her entire frame turned cozy with heat, and the clothes on her body dried in an instant.

She almost thought she was dreaming, and for a while she was too stunned to say a word.

Ji Tianxin withdrew her hand. “Mm. Dry now,” she said.

Her babyish voice was soft, childish, and cool, yet simple and crisp, each word falling like a sugar-coated bean.

Before Duan Zi could react, she had already turned and left.

“We found that girl.”

A girl’s voice suddenly rang out.

And just as Ji Tianxin was about to leave to look for Su Qing, two people blocked her path.

They were a young man and a young woman, neither very old, both only about fifteen or sixteen. Yet their dress and bearing were nothing like ordinary youths.

The young man had a proper, refined look and could be considered quite handsome; the young woman, on the other hand, carried a hint of arrogance and pampered pride, though she too was strikingly pretty.

One thing they had in common was the formidable aura of martial practitioners, and both wore an air of superiority between their brows.

If both of them had not been staring at her, Ji Tianxin would have thought they were looking for someone else.

She looked around to either side, as if... she could not remember which way she had come from.

In the end, her gaze settled on the young man and woman before her.

“You’re looking for me?” Ji Tianxin asked, her soft, sweet voice oddly cool and faint.