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Six Fans Gate headquarters. At the end of a dark and narrow passage was the Chief Constable Xia Bing's residence.

The constables held the legendary chief constable in great admiration, but few had ever seen him. Because the Chief Constable always kept himself in the house and never showed his face.

A bronze mirror reflected her graceful figure and beautiful face. A woman was holding a comb and was combing her hair. Her eyes were filled with grief.

After a long time, the woman put down the comb in her hands and sighed. She stood up and walked to the bedside and took down a painting hanging on the wall. She carefully caressed the face of the man with infatuated eyes, as if the man in the painting was right in front of her.

In the painting was a young man in white clothes. His figure was tall and straight, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up made him seem slightly mysterious.

"Big brother Li, oh brother Li, Bing'er was wrong. It's been twenty-six years, it's been twenty-six years!" Bing'er shouldn't have left you. Bing'er misses you. Why didn't you come to see Bing'er? Bing-Er knew she was wrong!

The woman stared at the portrait, tears streaming down her face. Her memories of the past were clear and vivid. She couldn't forget the smile on that person's face. It was becoming clearer and clearer, but had he already forgotten about her?

"You are an immortal that lives with the heavens. You should have already forgotten about an insignificant little girl, right?"

The woman's lips curled into a faint sneer as she put down the painting in her hand and wiped away her tears, afraid that the tears would fall onto the painting.

"Senior grandpa, please come in!"

Zuo Qianhu stopped at the end of the long and dark tunnel, his hands trembling. He remembered that his Master said that the reason he became the chief constable of Six Fans Gate was to find his Martial Granduncle. Now, he had brought his master back, so his master should be smiling. Speaking of which, from the first time he saw his master, he had never seen his master smile.

Li Dao nodded. He stretched out his hand to open the door, but stopped mid-air.

"What? Scared?"

Nie Xiaoqian cast a sidelong glance at Li Dao as she ridiculed him with a strange tone.

"Who is it!"

Suddenly, a stern voice came from the room. The woman's face was filled with anger. She had already instructed that no one was to disturb her.

"Master, it's me. Please come out and see who I brought here." Zuo Qianhu suppressed his excitement and tried his best to keep his tone calm.

"Li'er, so it's you. Come in." Hearing Zuo Li's voice, the voice of the woman in the room slightly softened.

Li Dao no longer hesitated and pushed open the door with his hand. For a moment, he felt somewhat regretful.

The little girl from that year had grown up, and Xia Bing's immaturity had completely disappeared. Her appearance was fixed at around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, and she seemed to be even older than him.

Looking at the sickly Li Blade Xia Bing was stunned. The Big Brother Li in her memory wasn't like this, but the person in front of her was indeed Big Brother Li. That feeling couldn't be wrong.

Tears streamed down her face. After confirming that she was not dreaming, Xia Bing's voice trembled as she asked, "It's really you?"

Li Dao smiled and said, "Bing'er, I'm back!"

"Wuu, it really is you!" "Big brother Li, you haven't forgotten Bing'er, you're back to see her!" Xia Bing threw herself into Li Dao's arms, her voice choked with sobs as she wiped her tears onto Li Dao's chest.

"Alright, silly girl, what are you crying for? "Didn't I come to see you? It's not like we're going to die, don't cry." Li Dao let Xia Bing hug him, as she was afraid to hit her back. She looked a little embarrassed because Nie Xiaoqian was looking at him weirdly.

Zuo Li wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes. His heart was moved. So his icy cold master had such a side to her, he was truly happy for her.

"Alright, I said that the two of you should cuddle in broad daylight when you meet, but when are you going to cuddle with me?"

Nie Xiaoqian couldn't bear to watch any longer, so she asked with an unfriendly expression. Women naturally wouldn't allow their men to be too intimate with the opposite sex, even in the feudal era. Therefore, Nie Xiaoqian emphasized the words' master and disciple '.

Li Dao awkwardly pushed Xia Bing away, rubbing her nose, not knowing what to say. However, Xia Bing recognized Nie Xiaoqian. She had the same unkind expression as she said in a cold voice, "You female ghost. Back then, I was merciful if I didn't kill you. Don't not know what's good for you."

Hearing Xia Bing's words, Zuo Qianhu was overwhelmed with shock. The goddess-like woman beside his grandpa was actually a female ghost?