"Uncle Dian, help me find someone's whereabouts."
Dian Qingyue paused with the cup in his hand: "Now?"
"Yes, now!" Huangfuming took a comb from his bosom, "I know you need a medium for your ritual. There is her hair on this comb."
Dian Qingyue saw the undeniable determination in his eyes and sighed as he took the comb, saying: "The one you are looking for, is it Elder Ning?"
The young Master is of age now, but why Ning Xiaoxian? This girl appears young, yet carries many peculiarities, holding secrets not likely less than the young Master's own. Why couldn't he search for a normal girl from an ordinary family?
Huangfuming revealed slight embarrassment on his face, then candidly said: "Exactly. She gave me an ivory abacus just now, and the beads suddenly cracked. I've been rather anxious these days, worried that something might be wrong with her, so I want to ask you to help me find her whereabouts."
