That night, Old Daoist and Dongfang Nishang both drank themselves silly, so Wang Xian had no choice but to wait another night.
Just as Master and Martial Aunt had said, after all these years, he had no idea whether he would be able to enter the Heavenly Book the moment he saw it again.
Back in the little courtyard, he tidied up a bit, then spent the night unable to sleep.
Back then, Master had been here. Bear Two had been here, too, as had Senior Sister.
Now, who knew which world Bear Two had flown off to with his master from the Eastern Phoenix Clan?
Senior Sister was about to marry into the Heavenly Saint Sect. Though he disliked it, there was nothing he could do.
The heavens could bring rain, and Senior Sister could marry. What could he, her junior martial brother, do about it?
Should he blame the unfairness of the heavens?
Or go complain to the god of fate?
Thinking it over carefully, the faint affection he'd felt for Senior Sister inside the Kunlun Mirror back then probably hadn't been romantic. After all, he'd been far too young at the time.
What did he know about romance?
Even when he'd later met the Dragon Clan princess Ao Qianyu again in Turtle City, it had seemed more like the affection between siblings...
Ah, this was too hard.
It wasn't until the sun was high that Old Daoist brought his junior martial sister to Wang Xian's courtyard. A big pot of bamboo shoot and mushroom congee had just come off the stove.
The three of them each ate two bowls. Then Dongfang Nishang placed a brocade pouch in front of Wang Xian.
She smiled faintly. "There's some dried meat in here. If you really can enter the Heavenly