Before they knew it, the sun had already slanted westward. As the courtesan of West Wing Tower, Madam Gongsun had always possessed a heart clear as crystal.
Seeing that the three of them seemed to have important matters to discuss, she rose gracefully and took her leave. Yet the look in her eyes as she departed seemed rather resentful toward you.
You watched Madam Gongsun's retreating figure. When you turned back, Lu Hua had already entered the room and familiarly begun making tea. Her previously straight back tilted backward, and she sank comfortably into the chair, every trace of her earlier proper bearing gone without a trace.
You could not help but laugh. "So Grand Celestial Master Lu's immortal bearing just now was put on for outsiders?"
A lazy voice came from beneath the bamboo hat. "What does a junior know? The Dao follows nature. Sit properly when it is time to sit properly, slump when it is time to slump—that is called the Dao following nature."
Lu Hua looked around the small courtyard and clicked her tongue. "The Gathering of Beauties Banquet ended nine months ago, yet you are still living this miserably. I told you long ago to come with me to Mount Zhongnan in Great Sui. I would be the first to vote for you as Celestial Master."
The Daoist nun Lu Ruyun rubbed her forehead and sighed. This martial grand-aunt had been taken as a disciple by their patriarch on behalf of his own master, giving her an extremely lofty standing within Three Truths. Yet everything she did always left people torn between laughter and tears. She secretly glanced at Xie Guan. The direct heir to Second Master's sword Dao, his only living disciple—if he were truly lured away to become a Daoist, would the Academy