A Cry of "Prefect"

Beneath the huai tree in the garden, Wang Ping was staring blankly at the transplanted Old Huai Tree.

His disciples and granddisciples had long since left. They all had their own matters to attend to now; there was no need for them to keep revolving around Wang Ping, their Master.

Liu Shuang was now the Front Hall Master of the inner court, managing the enormous Thousand Wood Temple. Hu Qianqian was preparing for her Core Formation ceremony and would soon enter secluded cultivation. Xia Weny and Shen Xiaozhu likewise needed to enter secluded cultivation.

Other than Hu Lin, all of his granddisciples were preparing to head out for practical experience.

Moreover, they all had their own disciples and friends to spend time with. To them, Wang Ping, their Master, was now the distant and unattainable Prefect, no longer an elder they could happily cling to and act spoiled around.

"Everyone has their own fate. There's no need for you to worry about such things."

Yulian's voice came from the branches of the huai tree. After speaking, she twisted her head and bit off a mouthful of huai blossoms that were nearly past their season.

Wang Ping shook his head. "I was only lamenting how quickly time passes."

As he spoke, he raised a piece of emerald-green, translucent five-colored stone toward the sunlight. Carved into the stone was Zhonghui City, with the mountains of Thousand Wood Temple faintly visible behind it. Under the sun, it appeared vividly lifelike, as though it were a real world.

This was a congratulatory gift the imperial family had specially commissioned a master to carve according to Wang Ping's preferences, then had Liu Shuang pass on to him. Five-colored stone of such quality was very valuable in the mortal world. If it happened to meet someone