Sunrises and sunsets all belonged to the human world.
Boundless golden light poured down, draping Earth in brocade robes.
Ning Yao had Xiao Mo and Xie Gou remain behind to keep watch over developments in Great Li Capital City. After all, whether Nothing Amiss Today truly held would not be known until deep into the night.
Upon returning to Luopo Mountain, Ning Yao first went to Sword Worship Platform. There, she heard from Lu Zhi about Sun Chunwang's deeds. Ning Yao said nothing, merely sat in the thatched hut for a while. She did not say much, only telling this future Direct Disciple not to be arrogant or impetuous, and to practice her sword properly. Sun Chunwang, already a girl of few words, became an even quieter little mute around Ning Yao.
Perhaps because she had given away that Natal Flying Sword, Lu Zhi was visibly less cold than before, carrying a gentler touch of human warmth. She accompanied Ning Yao into Sun Chunwang's thatched hut and sat by the bed, which was covered with a woven bamboo mat and hung with a gauze mosquito net. She noticed that the little girl seemed rather fond of the porcelain here. The room contained many exquisitely crafted celadon ornaments: a plum-green Water Immortal basin on the table, a stack of books beside it, tree leaves and flower petals picked up from who knew where peeking from their pages like bookmarks, and atop the books, a powder-green bamboo porcelain flute with an ice-crackle glaze. Lu Zhi found it rather amusing.
Ning Yao said that since she had good aptitude, she ought to strive for first place within her realm. Whether she could ultimately attain it would naturally depend on her fortune and fate, but she could not be too afraid even to entertain