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The sun shone bright and cold on the road that morning and Qin Su's cultivation was keeping her warm. The air was crisp and she pulled her cloak tighter around herself.
"Baoshan Sanren! Baoshan Sanren!"
A child was running down the road, calling out for a woman who didn't exist.
"Baoshan Sanren!"
Qin Su turned and looked at the child, who had stopped by her side.
"I am not Baoshan Sanren," she said.
The child was wild with fright. "Baoshan Sanren, please, the beast, you have to help us!"
Qin Su paused, and then smiled. "I will help you, child."