The Divine Doctor An Chapter 349: Riverside (1)1

Chapter 349: 349: Riverside (1)_1

And so, Shen Qiuyang sent the man away.

After the man left, Shen Qiuyang went back inside. She picked up the bamboo tube, withdrew the portrait within, and laid it out flat. Gazing at the person in the painting, she suddenly paused in surprise.

"Eh? Isn’t this..."

The landscape was of a uniform color, and by the river lay a large White Tiger, lounging beneath a tree to escape the heat.

Seasons had changed into sumr, with the weather growing hotter and hotter.

Lately, Da Bai had begun to shed its fur and appeared to be suffering from the sumr lethargy. Apart from eating and playing with Xiao Hua in the evening, it usually lazed around.

It squinted, dozing off, when suddenly its ears twitched, as if it heard the sound of footsteps.

The man made his way to the riverside, the sun glaring above, the weather oppressively hot, causing him to sweat profusely, even his white robe was damp.

He arrived at the riverbank, removed his coolie hat, scooped up a handful of water and splashed it on his face. He gazed silently at his own handso reflection in the water, his thoughts intricate and nurous. In his mind flashed images of a young girl—sotis lively, sotis despondent, sotis unrestrained, and at tis serene... a myriad of expressions.

This man was none other than Liang Zhichen!

Since Baobao left, ho felt no longer like ho.

Zhi Chen was at Black Wind Camp, Shujun had returned to Sky Blue Building, Haoming worked for the Assassin Alliance, and Yue Ning was on a quest, passing through one town after another. But where exactly could that person be hiding?

In fact, by nature, Zhi Chen was not in a hurry. After all, Baobao had left a letter behind.

He could wait with ease, knowing that after a year, Baobao would return of her own accord.

But those few botherso boys at ho were too worriso, each one dispirited and filled with sorrow.

When Baobao left, it seed as if she had taken with her their very spirit and vitality.

He knitted his brows, thinking about the young girl and what sort of charm she had that had bewitched his brothers into a sort of frenzy, absent-minded and lovelorn, as if their entire hearts had been left with her.

As for Zhi Chen himself, he could not say he liked Baobao. Perhaps he felt a bit of affection, but this affection was quite shallow. His character was always to prioritize the bigger picture, and moreover, a man like him was not soone who easily fell in love.

In the past months, Shujun had returned to Sky Blue Building to reorganize old connections, all for the sake of rallying more support. Whether it be humble peddlers or high-ranking officials and wealthy rchants, as long as they were utilized properly, they could all be of great assistance.

Haoming had offered a bounty in the black market, also hoping that a hefty reward would bring the person back.

Yue Ning asured the world with his feet, relying on his mouth to ask around.

And Liang Zhichen had once asked Su Lang for help in finding soone, but there was still no progress—Baobao had vanished as if she had evaporated from this world.

In the end, after much thought, Zhi Chen took the portrait to Shen Qiuyang. The person in the painting was Baobao, but he asked Shen Qiuyang to spread the news of the Divine Doctor Yun using this portrait, and once interested parties erged, they would inevitably get involved, stirring up excitent across the entire realm!

As he was thinking this, suddenly, the sound of splashing water rose from upriver. He abruptly looked up, and about twenty ters away he saw a young girl with her back towards him.

The girl was in the middle of the river, washing herself.

Under the sunlight, her body seed like translucent jade, her wet hair draped loosely down her back; unlike the typical jet-black luster, hers had a mysteriously attractive purplish hue, shimring more brilliantly under the golden sunlight.

The girl scooped up a handful of water and poured it over her shoulder, a butterfly circling around her, fluttering its wings.

"Roar—!"

The tiger’s roar suddenly erupted, and Zhi Chen stiffened, before awkwardly turning his back.

Look not upon impropriety, gaze not upon impropriety!

In that mont, he had lost himself in the sight...