Yu Lian squeezed Feifei's hand, feeling the warmth of her skin, and a sense of security welled up inside him. It was like writing a thesis on a vast subject, faced with piles of data and research and no idea where to begin. But as long as he had a trustworthy collaborator by his side to discuss things with, he always felt he could make it through.
Still, faced with that mysterious whale dance, Yu Lian couldn't help thinking of another story.
It was a classic wuxia tale he'd heard in his previous life: a peerless old monk was about to pass away, with only his junior brother, his disciple, and a lovesick young woman who'd stumbled into the scene by his side. So he passed on everything he'd learned in life to the three of them, teaching them orally. His junior brother, whose mastery was pure and refined, received "lofty." The lovesick young woman, born into a renowned family with a deep scholarly tradition, received "broad." And his naturally gifted disciple, who would one day become a great warrior and banish evil, but still had an innocent heart, received "pure."
Wasn't that rather like their situation now?
Come to think of it, Feifei had received the Black Moon legacy. Her skills were superb and her spiritual perception exceptional, so she fit "lofty." He'd lived two lifetimes, traversed the starry sea, and fought countless battles. His learning drew on the strengths of countless schools, so surely he deserved "broad."
The only thing missing was "pure."
Well, not everything could be forced. What he'd understood and gained here and now was already a heavenly gift.
Yet both his instincts as a psion and the occult knowledge he now possessed told him that if he could digest what he'd gained today, there