Whispers
After that, Mo Hua counted on his fingers each day, timed his visits precisely, and went to Junior Martial Sister for guidance on Array Techniques.
He wanted to learn Array Techniques, but also to temper his Dao Heart and strengthen his self-control.
The exercise was difficult. Mo Hua did his utmost to stay true to himself, but whenever he looked into Junior Martial Sister's clear, beautiful eyes, saw her flawless fair face, her cinnabar lips and pearly teeth, or heard her cool yet attentive voice explaining an Array Technique to him, his mind invariably wandered.
Still, he was doing much better than before.
He had also learned a trick: he used the Ghostly Path to split off a thread of thought devoted entirely to listening to Junior Martial Sister.
That way, even if his mind wandered and Junior Martial Sister "quizzed" him, he would have some idea of what she had just said.
As long as he could answer, Junior Martial Sister would not get angry.
Xiao Ju, on the other hand, occasionally bared her teeth at Mo Hua like a vicious cat and made fierce little noises.
But for all her ferocious looks, she posed virtually no threat.
And so Mo Hua and Bai Zixi, junior and senior martial siblings, went on with one teaching and the other learning. Though they met every day, they spoke only of Array Techniques and never exchanged idle chatter, leaving True Person Rong little to object to.
If they behaved improperly, her duty would naturally compel her to intervene.
But she had listened with her divine sense. When the two sat together, they really did discuss nothing but Array Techniques.
Though they sat rather close, they remained poised and proper, with no transgression between them.
She could hardly stop junior and senior