After Infusing Love Poison to the Cold Sword Sovereign - Chapter 23.2

But the Luo Qingyi standing before her now seemed perfectly normal.

The situation was far too strange. Wu Nuo kept her thoughts hidden, pretending as if nothing had happened.

With the young mistress gone, Wu Nuo was left standing alone. Her gaze swept over the surrounding scenery before returning to the woman approaching her.

“Nuo.”

Wu Nuo averted her eyes, avoiding Luo Qingyi’s expression. Instead, she unconsciously stared at the weasel burrows on the cliffside, faintly visible in the snow. Several white heads poked out before a whole swarm of them scurried out.

Looking further down, immortal deer ran freely through the mountain thickets, their antlers shimmering with a radiant glow, a breathtaking sight.

Wu Nuo was entranced, but the sound of footsteps beside her brought her back to reality. She sighed inwardly and said, “You’re here.”

She didn’t want to spend time with Luo Qingyi.

It wasn’t just caution in an unfamiliar place more than anything, there was a faint, lingering sense of fear toward that woman in her heart.

And then there were her eyes.

Those pitch-black pupils always held emotions Wu Nuo couldn’t decipher, as if dim, eerie colors had been devoured by those irises, leaving behind only desolation. Yet when they looked at her, they transformed into countless tangible obsessions.

Like layer upon layer of spiderwebs, wrapping around her an endless, inescapable restraint.

Sticky, suffocating. She didn’t like this inexplicable feeling at all.

Luo Qingyi walked up to Wu Nuo and tentatively asked, “What did you two talk about?”

“Nothing much. I wanted to see her quarters, but she said she was too tired and didn’t take me,” Wu Nuo replied dismissively.

“Then let’s go together. You mentioned before that you wanted to plant tea trees on the mountainside of Snowfall Peak. I had the retainers clear a plot of land for you, would you like to go see it?”

“Whatever,” Wu Ruo replied listlessly, her tone indifferent. “Has it already been cleared? What kind of seeds are they?”

Luo Qingyi reached into the air with a slight motion, and a few seeds gently landed in her palm. “Maojian, Cuifeng, Cuiya.”

Wu Ruo had initially shown little interest, but a casual glance quickly captured her attention.

The tea seeds in Luo Qingyi’s hand were all varieties found in Miao villages without exception.

One type might have been a coincidence, but so many. It seemed this was her preference.

For a cultivation expert to recognize so many tea varieties was no small feat. In Wu Ruo’s eyes, the great masters of cultivation were usually detached from worldly affairs, their minds solely focused on cultivation or seclusion, leaving tasks like planting to their disciples. Yet Luo Qingyi not only took personal interest but remembered every detail with precision.

Could this woman truly have been her former Dao companion?

But, what had happened between them in the past to make the other woman so cautious, her longing for Wu Ruo nearly spilling from her eyes?

Wu Ruo stared at the seeds in Luo Qingyi’s hand, noticing a red cord tied around her fair wrist something resembling a love knot. Yet its style was unusually old-fashioned, the color faded to a pale red, as if it had been worn for decades.

What was this?

As she looked, a strange ache swelled in her chest sharp and sudden, throbbing in erratic pulses.

Forget it. No use dwelling on it. She wasn’t close with this “Dao companion sister” anyway.

Lost in thought, Wu Ruo was pulled back by the sound of a melodious flute. She blinked and realized Luo Qingyi was holding a jade flute, eyes lightly closed as she played a tune Wu Ruo didn’t recognize.

Yet it felt familiar. As if etched into her very soul she could even hum the next part.

“You!”

Before Wu Ruo could finish, Luo Qingyi stopped playing and slowly put the flute away. The sound of hooves striking the ground echoed nearby, and two radiant deer came bounding over.

Their antlers gleamed with a translucent glow, their bodies pristine, like pure clouds from the heavens, luminous and flawless. One of the deer, upon seeing Wu Ruo, joyfully circled around her. When it realized she wouldn’t touch its antlers, it let out a soft whimper and obediently lay down, exposing its back.

“Her name is Luoluo, you named her,” Luo Qingyi said softly, watching as the deer affectionately nuzzled Wu Ruo’s hand. “The other one is Xiao Wu also named by you.”

The second deer was smaller, its antlers shimmering with a blue-violet hue. Hearing its name, it immediately trotted over and rubbed its head against Luo Qingyi’s hand.

“Let’s go,” Luo Qingyi said, gracefully mounting the deer. Xiao Wu let out a long cry and sprang forward.

The woman gently stroked the deer’s head, and it responded with a soft call, obediently slowing its pace. It even turned its head, waiting for Luoluo to carry Wu Ruo so they could ride side by side.

The deer moved swiftly, soon descending from the snow-capped mountaintop to the lush midslope. The trees here were verdant, sunlight filtering through the leaves to cast dappled shadows on the ground. Thick shrubs and towering trees created a vibrant, thriving landscape.

The swordswoman gazed at Wu Ruo for a long time, her white robes and sheer veil fluttering in the wind, blending seamlessly with the radiant deer. Amid the tranquil greenery, there was a quiet, serene beauty to the scene.

As the two passed a small intersection along the path, a large shadow suddenly appeared behind a tree trunk. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a petite female cultivator carrying a massive greatsword taller than herself.

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