Dazhu Peak.
Since the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament would begin tomorrow, Dazhu Peak was quite lively today. While the evening glow still hung in the sky, the kitchen had already become busy.
First, they were welcoming Du Bishu, the eighth disciple of Dazhu Peak—Song Daren was the eldest, Wu Dayi the second, Bai Bing the third, and Lu Chen the fourth—and congratulating him on obtaining a fine magic treasure, though Tian Buyi had nearly been angered into skinning Du Bishu alive.
Second, they hoped that Dazhu Peak could achieve good results in this Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament.
This time, Dazhu Peak had finally produced several disciples who greatly satisfied Tian Buyi: Tian Ling'er, Zhang Xiaofan, and Du Bishu were all quite good.
Not to mention Bai Bing and Lu Chen, two disciples at the ninth level of Yuqing and among the favorites to win the championship.
"Xiaofan, when will it be ready? I'm starving!"
"Senior Sister, it'll be ready soon. Just wait a little longer."
But Zhang Xiaofan had barely finished speaking when he began scolding again.
"Xiao Hui, don't move around! No stealing food! I made that especially for Senior Sister. Get back here, get back here! Da Huang, you..."
Tian Buyi sat in Shoujing Hall, quietly waiting as well. Though he did not look especially pleased, neither was his face dark and grim. Su Ru, sitting beside him, smiled with her eyes as she let the disciples bustle about in the kitchen.
After the sun sank in the west, the bright moon rose. Though tonight was not a full-moon night, it was close enough that the moon was still bright and nearly round.
Xiaozhu Peak, Looking-Moon Terrace.
As the moon climbed high and reached Looking-Moon Terrace, its cold radiance spilled across the entire terrace in