A Prodigy of the Painting Way, Wu Wanfang

The Nine Sound Cauldron swept across the heavens and vanished without a trace.

At the summit of a Buddhist mountain in the Southeast Buddhist Kingdom, several wanderers of the martial world looked up into the distance. "Senior Brother, shall we make our move?"

An elderly man in black at the front slowly shook his head.

"Not acting?" An old man with a white beard said, "Senior Brother, are you still wary of the Nine Sound Cauldron?"

The old man in black said, "No! There are ways to counter the Nine Sound Cauldron. But the Jade Pool Saintess has suddenly appeared, and we do not know what other moves Jade Pool has in reserve. The situation is unclear. We must not act rashly. Retreat!"

The moment his voice fell, the dozen or so people atop the mountain vanished without a shadow.

The Nine Sound Cauldron in the sky had already turned back into the flying vessel it had been at the start. The tea table and zithers were all still there, no different from before.

Lin Su, Feng Wu, and Liu Tianyin sat beside the tea table, just as they had before. The only difference was that Kongye had appeared beside the table. He hugged the box of pastries Lin Su had given him, dug out the colorful snacks within, and crunched away with squeaks. His teacup even bore a ring of pastry marks left by his lips.

Whether the little fellow was young or simply big-hearted, once the restrictions on forbidden foods had been lifted, he had completely let himself go, charging down the path of a glutton with no turning back.

Liu Tianyin raised her teacup. "You left directly, so you must already have an answer in mind, yes?"

Feng Wu said, "Though I have lived at Yanqing Lake