I wonder if Glinda has chosen her Master. If not, she must be in one of these residences, right?
Remus strolled along the path in front of the residences, feeling for Glinda's energy. More precisely, he sought her distinctive scent.
The Oblivion Grass had camouflaged her natural fragrance during the sanctuary assessment, but the air now was crisp and unmarred by any peculiar odors, rendering her scent easier to detect.
Suddenly, a door opened to the side.
A middle-aged cultivator dressed in a cloth robe stepped out, pausing in surprise upon seeing Remus on the path.
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