At Luopo Mountain's summit, Bai Ye sat while Jun Qian stood. They casually discussed the three rivers of Red Candle Town, one of them Yuye River.
Little Millet had already taken her leave, skipping along with the Golden Flat Shoulder Pole over her shoulder and the Green Bamboo Staff in hand. Her beloved cotton satchel hung crosswise at her side, and for the time being, there were no troops inside it.
Bai Ye had heard some of the stories and smiled. "That junior brother of yours is rather easy to talk to."
Jun Qian explained, "Zhu Lian threw punches at Yuye River, and junior brother also visited the water residence as a guest. If Luopo Mountain kept refusing to let the matter go, it would seem rather overbearing."
Bai Ye smiled and let it pass.
Jun Qian said, "Most importantly, Little Millet herself would feel guilty. The more Luopo Mountain did, the bigger the fuss became, the more it stirred up a storm, the more often she fell silent when she was alone in the mountain. Being timid and feeling that the world outside was dangerous, thus not daring to go out much, was different in state of mind from being not timid, but simply unwilling to go out anymore. So junior brother had actually considered a great deal in this matter. He had to grasp the proper measure and could not be too one-sided. You should know that from the very beginning, Little Millet had wanted to hide this whole affair away and pretend nothing had happened. It was only unfortunate that Pei Qian happened to see it. In truth, Little Millet had always wanted to say something, but she worried she would not say it properly and make Pei Qian and the others sad, so she could only