Beneath the skies far removed from the Ancient Clan Zhong.
White clouds drifted in clusters, and a small boat lay hidden among them.
On the small boat, Su Yi stood with one hand behind his back and a wine gourd in the other, taking in everything that had happened at the Ancient Clan Zhong.
Only after a long while did he withdraw his gaze. "Old Wan, thank you for this."
At his side, Wan Zitian smiled and shook his head. "It was just a small favor. More importantly, East Flower Sword Pavilion didn't dare offend Brother Fuyou, so they had no choice but to compromise."
Long ago, Wan Zitian had shared a friendship with Xing Yi, one of East Flower Sword Pavilion's old guys.
Both he and Xing Yi were sword cultivators. In Xing Yi's eyes, Wan Zitian was even a fellow traveler on the path of the sword who was both teacher and friend.
This time, when Wan Zitian came forward and spoke with Xing Yi about Zhong Xinlan, Xing Yi made the decision without hesitation and took the matter upon himself.
Yet Wan Zitian knew full well that Xing Yi had helped for one reason: their friendship.
The other was that he did not wish to offend Su Yi over a marriage arrangement between juniors!
That was the key.
"Is Brother Fuyou satisfied with this outcome?"
Wan Zitian asked with a smile.
Su Yi nodded. "Not bad. When the opportunity arises, I'll arrange a splendid future for Zhong Xinlan. Only then will I have done justice to what her ancestor, Zhong Youqi, gave back then."
Wan Zitian sighed with emotion. "As you should."
"Let's go. To the Great Beginning Ruins."
Su Yi steered the small boat, tearing through the air.
Western Heaven Spirit Mountain.
Beside the lotus