"Qingyi." She finally spoke.
"Your disciple is here."
"Make another trip to Broken Cloud Ridge."
Luo Qingyi was slightly taken aback. "Master, aren't you going yourself?"
Su Qinghan shook her head. Rising, she walked to the stone wall and looked at the map hanging there. "Daoist Fencang will definitely go."
"With his temperament, he would never pass up the chance to suppress Wang Yuan face-to-face."
"But precisely because of that, something may happen at Broken Cloud Ridge."
"Master is worried they'll fight?"
"They won't." Su Qinghan replied blandly.
"Wang Yuan is not a rash man, and though Fencang is arrogant, he is no fool."
"But there will certainly be a contest between them. It may not come to blades, but there will definitely be a winner and a loser."
"I want you there, to see clearly how that contest ends."
She turned and looked at Luo Qingyi. "If Wang Yuan can truly suppress Fencang, then he is worth Tingyu Tower wagering everything on."
"If he cannot, then we will seek another way out."
"You are the disciple I trust most. You judge people more accurately than I do. Go."
Luo Qingyi fell silent for a moment, then clasped her fists and bowed. "This disciple understands."
She turned toward the stone chamber's exit. When she reached the doorway, her steps paused. Without looking back, she merely said softly:
"Master, this disciple always feels there is something indescribable about that Wang Yuan."
"He is like a well. When you look down, it seems bottomless, yet the water within is calm."
Su Qinghan said nothing. Luo Qingyi waited two breaths without receiving an answer, then flashed away into the night.
The stone chamber fell quiet again.
Su Qinghan walked to the table and sat down. Picking up her brush, she drew a tiny