"February twentieth, on Wuwang Peak?"
Hong Yuan's gaze followed the drifting leaves, and an inexplicable wistfulness stirred in him.
February is almost here!
After the duel between the two experts, Yuan Nutao and Bei Mingzi, another dozen or so days would bring Ming Province's liveliest celebration, the Qionghua Festival.
There was also the third showdown between Dragon Subduing and Tiger Taming, the two lineages passed down by Daoist Dragon Tiger.
When Hong Yuan had learned of the "Dragon Tiger Pact" from Yang Erhu, he had only just glimpsed the threshold of martial cultivation, learning to control his blood and qi and condense force.
By his reckoning, that had been only a few months ago, yet it felt as though a long time had passed.
Hong Yuan caught a yellow leaf drifting past his eyes between his fingers and gestured for Nan Guyun to accept the invitation. He smiled. "Understood."
Naturally, instruction followed. With his current attainments, having drawn nourishment from numerous Subtlety-level Force Arts and True Arts, Hong Yuan understood force and Variant Force more deeply than almost anyone else in the vast world.
The obstacles that had troubled Xie Lingjun for so long could be resolved by Hong Yuan in a few sentences, every word striking at the heart of the matter.
Xie Lingjun listened with both delighted surprise and inward shock.
He was delighted because the confusion before him had been swept away. Once he returned and spent some time gathering his mind and guarding his spirit, with just a little luck, nothing would obstruct his transformation of force into Variant Force. The road ahead was clear.
His shock came from the fact that his questions concerned the art he cultivated-the Xie Clan Secret Art, which outsiders could know nothing about.
Why did this Myriad Calamities Daoist seem