"This venerable one wishes to cultivate in seclusion. Find me a cave abode," Song Wen said.
"Please follow this junior, Senior."
Leng Qingying once again tugged Leng Yuer along and led the way.
Before long, the three arrived atop a hill.
At the summit stood a small courtyard.
The courtyard was not large, enclosed by bamboo fencing. Within stood three houses with blue-tiled roofs and upturned eaves; an ancient pine spread overhead like a canopy, casting a pool of cool shade across the ground.
"Senior, this courtyard was where my late father cultivated in seclusion. It is the place with the most abundant spiritual energy in all of Leng Residence. I wonder if Senior finds it satisfactory?" Leng Qingying asked.
"Not bad."
Song Wen pushed open the courtyard gate and walked inside.
The two women, however, did not immediately follow.
"Yuer, return to your cave abode first. I have an important matter to report to Senior Yinshuo in private," Leng Qingying said.
Leng Yuer looked at her sister, then at Song Wen. Her expression carried both worry and fear, but she ultimately nodded. Then, without saying a word, she leaped into the air and flew toward another nearby hill.
Leng Qingying stepped into the courtyard and casually closed the gate behind her.
"Senior, my younger sister has rarely interacted with outsiders since childhood. She is inexperienced in worldly affairs and does not know how to serve others. I hope Senior will forgive her. Today, allow this junior to serve Senior instead?"
As she spoke, a rustling sound arose.
When Song Wen turned around, a snow-white body appeared before him.
"Get out." Song Wen's voice was cold.
Leng Qingying, who had lowered her head in shame, suddenly raised it. A flicker of disbelief crossed her eyes.
"Senior... rest assured, this junior