Mo Hua stayed up all night, drawing up a rough plan.
Time was short, so he could not make it flawless, but it was passable overall.
By his reckoning, three days later would be the day of the Sword Discussion Assembly.
The other arrangement was also nearing completion.
The next day, Mo Hua rose early. Sitting on his bed beneath the morning glow, he practiced as usual for a while, then got up and headed to the Small Book Garden outside the Disciple Quarters.
The garden was tranquil, its waters rippling softly.
Big White Dog lay outside, yawning in utter boredom.
Mo Hua walked over, rubbed the big dog's head, and asked quietly, "Has the Sect Master gotten up yet?" Big White Dog shook its head.
There was no movement in the garden. Mo Hua did not want to rashly disturb the Sect Master's peace, so he sat beside the big dog, stroking the soft white fur around its neck while waiting for the Sect Master to rise.
Big White Dog seemed unwilling on the surface, but its body was honest. Happily, it began thumping its tail against the ground.
After a while, the Void Gate Sect Master emerged. Seeing the scene before him, he unexpectedly felt a trace of envy.
He had never even touched this Big White Dog's fur himself... It could not be helped. Big White Dog had a special bloodline and its own dignity; it simply would not let others touch it.
The Void Gate Sect Master sighed softly.
Hearing the sigh, Mo Hua knew the Sect Master was awake. Only then did he reluctantly release the soft fur in his hand, rise, and bow. "Greetings, Sect Master."
"Mm."
The Void Gate Sect Master nodded faintly.
Mo Hua explained his purpose. "The things I told you