"Pu Shiming, I have some things to say to Zhu Minglang. Go check the area by the water," Zhu Xuehen instructed Pu Shiming.
Pu Shiming glanced at them, nodded, and headed outside the inn, towards the place where the River Immortal Ghost that Zhu Minglang had killed appeared.
Zhu Xuehen moved to the other side of the inn and stood under a large camphor tree. She stood in front of the tree with her back to Zhu Minglang, her coiled hair and the collar of her dress exposing her snowy white neck.
Zhu Minglang saw that she wasn't speaking and remained silent himself.
It had always been like this over the years; Zhu Xuehen wasn't particularly talkative. Sometimes she would just leave behind a Sword Score without a word, and Zhu Minglang would know he had to recite it in its entirety.