Meanwhile, Tianxuan Peak of the inner sect.
Tianxuan Peak was one of Guiyuan Sect's ten main peaks. Its summit pierced the clouds, and from halfway up the mountain onward, it was shrouded in mist all year round.
Several hundred independent courtyards had been built on the peak for the Personal Disciples under Tianxuan Peak's elders.
These courtyards followed the lay of the mountain, scattered in a pleasing arrangement. Their green tiles and white walls were half-hidden among towering pines and emerald cypresses, far more imposing than the dwellings of Outer Disciples.
Meng Changsheng's courtyard lay on the eastern side of Tianxuan Peak, in an excellent location. Standing within it, he could see the full outline of Guiyuan Peak in the distance.
Several osmanthus trees grew in the courtyard. It was their flowering season, and a faint, sweet fragrance lingered in the air.
A stone table and four stone stools stood in the courtyard. A set of purple clay tea ware sat atop the table, wisps of steam still rising from the spout of the teapot.
Meng Hu sat on a stone stool, his right wrist wrapped in thick bandages, with another layer of wooden splints secured outside them. Yet even so, waves of pain continued to surge through his wrist, as though someone were stirring needles through the cracks in his bones.
The physician at the Outer Sect Medicine Hall had said that the bones had been shattered too badly. Ordinary Bone-Rejoining Paste could only provide assistance; for a full recovery, he would need at least two months of rest.
For those two months, he could not practice his fists, could not grip a blade, and could not even wash his face or dress himself without relying on his left hand.
"Brother, you must avenge me!" Meng Hu gritted his