Far West Land

Bai Jin gave Lu Bei three days to finish handling the sect's affairs. Within those three days, the two of them would study the sword dao together on Beijun Mountain.

Lu Bei nodded happily. But in the time it took him to turn around, Elder She had detained him on Sanqing Peak and put him to work like an ox or a horse for ten days.

She wasn't making him work for nothing. There was grass.

On the fourth day, Elder She confirmed that Lu Bei hadn't slipped away and beamed with joy, as if she had won some earth-shattering victory. On the fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth days, she became obedient to Lu Bei in every way, even clingier than Little Sister Snake.

On the ninth day, Elder She, certain that victory was already hers and that no one under heaven could oppose her, had completely stopped taking that little Senior Sister Bai seriously. Yet despite her smug satisfaction, she really couldn't ride anymore. With a wave of her hand, she indicated that Lu Bei could leave.

Lu Bei staggered away from Sanqing Peak. The instant he reached Yue Province, his energy, essence, and spirit surged to their peak. He strode into Beijun Mountain with his chest thrust out and his head held high.

He hadn't been idle during those ten days either. He had drafted countless plans, writing them all the way from Plan A to Plan Z1.2.7. He had prepared for every possibility, confident that no matter what method Bai Jin used, he could handle it with ease.

He had never imagined that Bai Jin wouldn't mention the three-day deadline at all. She only said, "You're back."

After that came all manner of considerate care. "You've worked hard handling the sect's affairs." "It isn't easy being the