It happened one day, long after Xiao Qinghe had been tucked away like a pampered lover in the little bamboo cottage.
Bang!
A tremendous crash rang out.
Something seemed to have slammed into the cottage roof.
Long accustomed to this, Xiao Qinghe called out, "Aunt Hong, you're back? Just in time for dinner. You-"
Before he could finish, a figure in red crashed down from the eaves.
She landed squarely in front of the door.
Xiao Qinghe's expression shifted, and he rushed over to help her inside.
"You were fine before. How did you get hurt so badly this time?"
To explain that, they had to go back a little further.
When the master and his three disciples had left the Demon-Slaying Sect without hesitation, ignoring the tearful pleas of its disciples, Xiao Qinghe had still been recovering from his injuries.
To let him recuperate in peace, Xie Jun had built a cottage deep within the Purple Bamboo Forest, while Bai Yuqing had set up a barrier that kept outsiders at least three kilometers away.
The four of them had settled down in this secluded paradise.
Their little life was the envy of everyone else.
It was just far too sickeningly sweet.
Xiao Qinghe the patient had someone attending devotedly to his baths and changes of clothes, and someone at his side looking after him whenever he ate or took a walk.
He was treated like an emperor.
The spectacle practically blinded every single person around them.
What happened to roaming the world with sword in hand, vanquishing demons and monsters?
What the hell are you doing?!
Aunt Hong couldn't stand even three days of it. She slammed the table and rose to her feet.
"This heroine is going out into the world to fight for justice!"
Xiao Qinghe didn't