Gu Yangjin nodded. It made sense: Qiao Zhi's master must be a hermit weary of sect politics, choosing solitude over rivalry.
Having understood Qiao Zhi's background, Gu Yangjin eagerly offered friendship. It was rare to meet someone her own age and skill level, and she wanted to grow closer. Gu Yangjin didn't know whether she wanted to suddenly grow closer to this strange woman because of this reason or for the faintest of the strange familiarity and the pounding of her heart that seemed to want her to grow closer to this young lady.
Qiao Zhi happily accepted her gesture. It was a really nice surprise that she found her Gu'er without much trouble. Her heart was beating like a drum inside her chest, her fingers, away from Gu Yangjin's view were trembling as if she was a shy little girl who has encountered her crush talking to her.
