To avoid Huang Zhijun, Xin Lin took a smaller path in her search.
She had been looking for half a day and still hadn't found any trace of Ah Piao, making Xin Lin increasingly worried.
As the sun gradually moved westward, there was still no sign of Ah Piao.
Looking at the lush greenery that covered the hills, Xin Lin suddenly remembered something.
"Look at my forgetfulness, Ah Piao must be hiding there."
Xin Lin hastened through the woods to the downstream of the stream.
She and Ah Piao had passed a wild lotus pond on their way to find the Red Toad.
During the summer solstice, the wild lotuses were thriving, and because they were located downstream, this patch of lotus had avoided last night's calamity.
As the setting sun slanted down, the heat gradually dissipated.
Several pink lotuses the size of bowls bloomed nobly, quite captivating.
Under one of the green lotus leaves, Xin Lin spotted the trembling Ah Piao.
"Ah Piao, you're really here."
