Wei City's skies had been overcast for several days before finally clearing. Sunlight streamed down, driving away the chill of late autumn.
After many days of work, a new wooden house had risen beside the little house left behind by The Drunkard—simple, yet elegant.
In his spare time, Ning Chen often went to discuss the Dao with the Blacksmith and Teacher. Of course, every now and then, he also visited the young man in blue for tea.
Though Old Shameless, who had lived for three thousand years, was rather lacking in character, he always possessed his own unique insights into cultivation.
There were quite a few Enlightened Ones in the small city, but most concealed their identities. Unless one knew them well, it was difficult to recognize them.
The Blacksmith, Old Shameless, and Teacher had all remained in Wei City for no fewer than a thousand years. They knew one another extremely well, yet could hardly stand the sight of each other.
Their paths differed, so naturally their temperaments and personalities did not mesh well either.
Mutual appreciation had never existed amid the trivial, chicken-feather-and-garlic-skin matters of daily life.
As for the previous peeping incident, no one knew whether it had been deliberately or inadvertently spread around. Gradually, the entire small city learned of it.
Old Shameless, as the instigator of the whole affair, became a topic for people to curse a few times over after meals and tea.
Ning Chen, as an accomplice, was not spared the contemptuous looks either.
Fortunately, both of them had skins thicker than ordinary walls. No matter how others pointed and whispered, they wore smiling faces and never grew angry.
Over time, the city's people found it boring, and the matter was gradually forgotten.
Within their two little houses, the pair silently let out