(o^-^)o The Winds Rise Again
The late-autumn weather had grown colder. Mount Hua was still shrouded in clouds and mist, but many of the deciduous trees had become bare, leaving only the verdant pines and cypresses on the mountainside, swaying gently in the breeze and rustling softly.
Just as he had the previous two days, Yue Buqun had risen early. A happy occasion had put him in high spirits.
However, rising early didn't necessarily mean he was in a good mood!
Indeed, he was sitting upright in the Hall of Righteousness, holding a piece of gossip from the martial world. His expression was so dark that it stood in stark contrast to the bright, crisp autumn weather outside.
He sat silently in the Sect Leader's seat, dressed in a purple robe with delicate cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs and wearing an exquisite hair crown. His dark expression gave him an imposing, fearsome air.
"..."
Not far away, Ning Zhongze was fanning the flames beneath a small red-clay stove as she boiled water.
Before long, she carried over a cup of hot tea, walked up quietly, and set it on the small table beside Yue Buqun. Then she sighed gently.
"Senior Brother..."
"Have some tea. Don't let this anger make you ill."
Of course, she knew why Yue Buqun was angry, so she tried to calm him with her gentlest voice.
"..."
Yue Buqun ignored her. He stared fixedly at the few sheets of paper folded together in his hands, his body trembling slightly, as though he were suppressing something.
"Hmph!"
At last, Yue Buqun laughed in anger. He gave a cold snort, then slammed the gossip from the martial world down on the table.
"Good! Good! Very good!"
"What a fine eldest disciple I have!"
"Our entire sect had