Then, without delay, she walked toward the far end of the city, where her own people had left her a horse.
She rode for hours through the cold night until she reached the base of Zhenmu Mountain.
It was an old, forgotten place with ruined forts and crumbling towers.
Gu Jin stood in front of the broken gate and raised her hand. Green vines slid out of her sleeves and moved across the stone like searching fingers.
She closed her eyes and spread her mana in all directions.
Long Yifan… are you here?
But even after sending her mana everywhere, she couldn't sense him.
She bit her lip and frowned.
I know he's here. He has to be.
So she sat down on a smooth rock, letting her vines travel through the broken forest paths and old buildings.
She focused, letting her mana see through the vines' eyes, feeling, listening, searching.
For hours, she sat in silence, her heart heavy with worry.
Then, suddenly..
Her vines found something.
