Let him not ponder anymore... This shabby body of his is already unclean, so from now on he should just revert to being an elder brother. As long as he could be by her side, his heart would be at peace. But as much as he thought that way, what lingered in his mind were the childhood memories of Xiangxiang, either coquettishly or softly giggling, with her tender, soft call of "Brother." Perhaps, back in those days, without realizing it, by deeming her as his destined wife when she grew up, his heart had melted too. Hong Xiangjun was sitting behind Hong Wenbin, her body leaning against his back. Unaware of the various joys and sorrows in Hong Wenbin’s heart, she felt simply joyful about their reunion. But she also had some doubts, "Brother, that person just mentioned a ’Sir.’ Who is this Sir? Is it a man or a woman?" She frowned, and her tone seemed a bit sour. Hong Wenbin chuckled, "It’s a woman indeed but older than me. Although I have never seen Sir’s true face, by the sound of her voice, she seems to be only in her thirties. She wears a black robe and cloak every day, quite mysterious, and I was merely lucky to have made her acquaintance by chance." Hong Xiangjun felt a sense of gloom, when suddenly a voice asked, "Sir? Black robe? Is this person named ’Witch’?" Dong Huiying was somewhat nervous, her main mission in the desert this time was to find "Witch"! Zhi Chen, his whereabouts unknown, had forgotten the past due to the Mind-Bewitching Gu. Though she had bought some medical and Gu books in the Golden Triangle and would occasionally browse through them, she still couldn’t figure out how to cure Zhi Chen’s "amnesia." Hong Wenbin paused, "Yes, that’s the name, but Sir possesses supernatural abilities, and we never dare mention Sir’s name lightly." "Do you know where she is!?" Hong Wenbin hesitated for a while, "Not far from here, there are many cactuses, and Sir resides there." About a day’s journey from the Quicksand Region, amidst the pale yellow desert, a hint of greenery scatters across the dry riverbed lined with large and small, thick and thin, tall and short drought-resistant cactuses. This place used to be a water source, but after the water dried up, the hard riverbed covered in broken stones and yellow sand was exposed. The tribes that once lived here had long moved to nearby places, but the buildings left behind had stood firm against decades of sandstorms. The woman named "Witch" had grown accustomed to wearing black attire. No matter day or night, she always dressed . No matter how hot, she’d never take off a layer, only adding a few coats in the cold evenings for warmth. "Sir, it’s time to eat." Bazak approached the woman with a large bowl. The woman sat on a wooden bed, holding a scroll in her hands, slender, pale fingers holding steady. On hearing this, she set down the scroll and adjusted her sleeves, then leisurely walked toward the wooden dining table inside the room. "Are you accustomed to life these days?" Bazak was taken aback at the question, then sincerely responded, "Sir, you have given Bazak a new life, you saved me, and thus my life belongs to you. I only wish to serve by your side for the remainder of my life and desire nothing else!" The woman chuckled, "You really are sensible. But that Tu Ya... truly born with a pair of eyes but without pearls." While saying the name, the woman slightly furrowed her brow, apparently displeased with this person and mixed with some complex emotions.