In a secluded, elegant place, prosperity suddenly appeared. Though wondrous, it did not feel abrupt.
It was because, after turning past Lotus Pond, the space suddenly opened wide, stretching out enormously. A sky like black satin hung down as a backdrop. After the quiet elegance came a sense of leaping and soaring, unfettered by convention, beyond the bounds of ordinary reason.
Luo Yuniang stood at the prow with a lantern, swaying it several times in a rhythmic motion. The pond responded in kind, several lamps lighting up to form a temporary waterway leading toward the small dock before the bright hall.
Yu Ci looked closely and saw a richly dressed, dignified woman standing on the dock. Who else could it be but Yuanjun Pingzhi?
The light boat soon docked. Just as he was about to step ashore, Luo Yuniang hurried ahead and stretched out an arm to support him.
At this moment, she had returned to her old, unassuming appearance, as though she were merely Xue Pingzhi's maidservant. Nothing remained of the bold spirit she had displayed among the reed beds, as gallant as any man.
Perhaps this was how master and disciple got along?
The practical significance of Luo Yuniang's gesture was less than its ceremonial meaning, yet it was still the courtesy due an elder. Yu Ci did not know the finer points of etiquette and could not well refuse, so he merely smiled and took her arm as he stepped onto the dock.
Before he could make another move, Yuanjun Pingzhi had already bowed first, addressing him as Fellow Daoist.
Yu Ci did not dare slight her. He returned the greeting with a "Yuanjun," then naturally focused his attention and examined her closely.
Xue Pingzhi wore a high coiffure adorned with phoenix hairpins, flowing ribbons trailing from