Of late, Brahma chants rang through the night—whose sutras were recited until dawn?
With no lingering attachments, Jiang Wang left Mount Sumeru and moved into Duke of Huai Mansion the very next day.
The Eldest Princess of Great Chu kept devising medicinal dishes, stewing every manner of heavenly ingredient and earthly treasure into the pot. Duke Huai, meanwhile, pulled him aside to review the journey through the Demon Realm and gave him careful guidance in cultivation.
Naturally, under Zuo Guangshu's cover, he also slipped away to Cloud Kingdom for a visit.
Now nine years old, Jiang An'an still had only three greatest troubles—why there was so much time for studying and practicing calligraphy, why there was so little time for playing, eating, and drinking, and why her brother was always so busy.
She knew nothing of the turmoil in the Demon Realm, nothing of the storms and tempests of the world.
And that was precisely what Jiang Wang wished for.
Time in Cloud Kingdom was always especially tranquil.
An'an and Chunhui, Qingyu and Achou.
Playing beneath lanterns, catching butterflies, chasing the wind, pursuing the moon.
If only Little Flower were not swaying about at their side, it would be the finest season in the world.
After a brief rest, Jiang Wang once again set out on a long journey.
Jiang An'an held Ye Qingyu's hand in her little one, with Chunhui circling her boots, and once more bade her brother farewell.
"Until we meet again," Jiang Wang said.
"When will we meet again?" Ye Qingyu suddenly asked.
Jiang An'an had never asked that question, because she was sensible. She knew her brother was busy—very busy. She was used to waiting until he had time to come see her.
Ye Qingyu had never asked that question either, because she understood even