She worried day and night about her father’s safety, praying every minute and every second that her father’s soul would be safe and sound.
Chen Ping took out the black jade pendant from his bosom. That jade pendant emitted a mysterious and eerie chill, as if hiding countless secrets.
He said slowly, “We found some clues. This is the jade pendant obtained from the body of the Evil Dao Hall elder Xue Wuying. Perhaps it can help restore your father’s soul.”
A glimmer of hope flashed in Lin Yun’er’s eyes. That hope was like a bright lamp in the darkness, illuminating her path forward.
“Really? That’s wonderful!”
Her voice trembled slightly with excitement, her eyes sparkling with crystalline tears.
“But I dare not guarantee certain success. I need to study this jade pendant first.”
Chen Ping looked at Lin Yun’er and said earnestly.
His gaze revealed a sense of rigour and responsibility, as if telling Lin Yun’er that he would do his utmost to help her father.
“It doesn’t matter. As long as there is hope, it’s fine.”
Lin Yun’er said excitedly, her face blooming with a happy smile. That smile was like the sunlight in spring, warm and brilliant.
She quickly led Chen Ping and Hu Mazi into the mansion.
Within the mansion, pavilions and towers were arranged in a staggered manner, flowers and trees lush and verdant, as if it were a paradise on earth.
“Steward Zhang, prepare rooms for Fellow Daoist Chen and Master Hu quickly.”
Lin Yun’er said to the old steward, her voice clear and melodious.
“Yes, Miss.”
Steward Zhang responded promptly. His slightly hunched back revealed a loyalty and respect for his master.
Soon, two rooms were prepared.
The rooms were furnished elegantly, with tables, chairs, and stools all complete. The bedding on the beds was soft and comfortable, as if inviting people to lie down and rest.
As soon as Hu Mazi saw the room, he said impatiently, “Miss Lin, those two maids…”
His eyes revealed greed and desire, as if he could not wait to spend the night with those two maids.
Lin Yun’er’s face flushed slightly, like the evening clouds on the horizon. She said shyly, “Master Hu, rest assured. They are already waiting in the room.”
Hu Mazi laughed heartily, his laughter hearty and uninhibited. He said, “Excellent, then I shall return to my room first.”
With that, he hurried towards his room, his eager steps as if fearing that if he were a moment late, the two maids would vanish.
Lin Yun’er looked at Hu Mazi’s retreating figure, shaking her head helplessly. Then she turned to Chen Ping, “Fellow Daoist Chen, your room is this way.”
Chen Ping nodded and followed Lin Yun’er to his room.
The room’s furnishings were simple yet generous. A landscape painting hung on the wall, the mountains and rivers in the painting seeming to possess a lively aura, making one feel as if immersed in nature.
“Fellow Daoist Chen, rest for a while first. I will prepare some tea for you.”
Lin Yun’er said gently. Her voice was like babbling brook water, bringing immense comfort.
“No need. I want to study this jade pendant first.”
Chen Ping said, his eyes fixed intently on the jade pendant in his hand, as if peering through it into deeper secrets.
Lin Yun’er nodded, “Very well then. If you need anything, call me anytime.”
With that, she turned and left the room.
Her light steps were like a dancing butterfly, offering a sense of beauty.
Chen Ping closed the door, took out the black jade pendant, and examined it carefully.
This jade pendant was entirely black, like the night sky. It was engraved with eerie runes, those runes like mysterious lines, emanating an eerie chill.
Chen Ping could feel that this jade pendant contained powerful soul power. That soul power was like surging tides, constantly surging in his perception.
