Purple Bamboo had stayed in this courtyard for a few days, filled with Fang Ling's presence. Now, she had a rough idea of the situation and decided to leave soon. She had stayed in the royal city of the Great Zhou for many years, even declining the abbess's summons once. She worried that if she stayed any longer, it might arouse suspicion.

After Purple Bamboo left, Fang Ling meditated for a while, and his condition had almost fully recovered. On this day, he planned to contact Lan Yan, the priestess, to prepare to leave the Great Zhou. But suddenly, someone visited. This person wore white silk stockings and exuded youthful energy—it was Shangguan Haiyue.

"You, clearly an old acquaintance, yet you deliberately hid it, obviously toying with me," Shangguan Haiyue looked at Fang Ling with slight dissatisfaction. She had been quite upset for a long time after discovering that the mysterious person Ling Fang, who had been following her and her brother, was actually Fang Ling.

Fang Ling replied calmly, "You know my situation; it was unavoidable."