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Arriving at the Peach Tree Woods, Mo Yuans heart was in his mouth.  He had been so caught up with his old friend and his daughter, that the time completely got away from him.  Then again, anyone can make him lose track of time, even days when war strategies and battle tactics are being debated and discussed.  And seeing as the visit had been a very pleasant one, he was still in a good mood when he arrived, only the moment he landed in their arranged meeting area, the dead quiet that met him, soon had his head dropping.

She wasn't there, so he gathered she had not waited for him.  Disheartened and disappointed in allowing himself to be thrown off track, he decided instead to take a short walk before heading home.  

Before meeting Winter Blossom, he had not visited the Peach Tree Grove for years upon years, yet since meeting her, he had come several times and though he was still hoping she was somewhere there, he wondered why he had avoided the place, it was always beautiful no matter what time of the day of night one arrived and as his magical lure continued to sweep the Grove ahead of him in search of anyone who might be present, he allowed his mind to return to the long Mortal years he had spent with her.

There had been many moments when he had allowed his mind to dwell on what marriage to her would be like.  The domestic moments were so comfortable, that he even imagined she might have a fall out with his second Disciple over the use of the kitchen.  This thought still lingered and it made him chuckle softly to himself, because he really could imagine the boy throwing a tantrum if she dared to take over his turf.  

But she was a fine cook.  The dishes were almost art in a way, but he could also see himself gaining a serious amount of weight, though how she managed to remain small even though she was a big eater, amazed him.  And that then had his mind dwelling on her fighting skills which he assumed was the reason for her lithe form.   She obviously continues to train, he thought to himself, and though he had observed her style of fighting and honed in a different aspects of her skills, she could have been taught anywhere, they did not belong solely to one area or Tribe.

But that did have him thinking that she would definitely fit in well with his way of life if training in marital arts interested her, especially going by the books she owned.   And then there was the music or rather zither music, which was also his own passion.   That she knew the song he had written for his mother wasn't something worth dwelling on because it was well known, it was the way she played it.  

She was an accomplished player, one who had perhaps been taught by a professional and seeing as there were so few of them in their world that had him wondering who it might be.  Zhe Yan was one such accomplished player as was Bai Zhi, he thought to himself.

And that then had him once again thinking of where she was from.  The last name on his list was Qing Qius Bai Qian.  But according to Zhe Yan, she was not a High Goddess, and Lord Pua had stated no such woman had come forward, but the more he dwelt on it, the more he began to realize, that if anyone had the right to withhold this information, it was definitely her and being just as reclusive as Queen Meili Hua, she also did not take too kindly to visitors or even information about herself being leaked.  

Stopping in his tracks, he looked about the Grove, he thought he had detected a hint of energy somewhere close by, so turning right, he made his way towards it as his mind continued to dwell on Queen Bai Qian.  Her father and even her mother would have definitely informed them if she was a High Goddess even if she herself chose not to.  They would not have been able to help themselves, after all there were no other High Goddesses in the world.  What parent wouldn't be proud and vocal about such a monumental achievement? he wondered as he suddenly found himself back at the same waterfall he had seen her in the last time.

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