The wind swept through the bamboo grove like an ocean tide, sending waves of leaves dancing.
Amid the falling leaves dancing across the sky, the little dwelling beneath the bamboo looked so peaceful. Clear spring water flowed through the distant fields, carrying the tranquility of the mortal world and mingling with the sound of the swirling wind to compose a new melody of harmony.
Three generations, old and young, sat around a tea table before the little Bamboo Pavilion.
Du Pingsheng was utterly delighted. Looking at Su Mo, at the Phoenix Woman beside him, and at the sweet, well-behaved Little Qing Yi, he wore the most radiant smile of his life.
His long white hair trembled, and his grizzled beard grew smooth and straight as he stroked it over and over.
Was this the joy of family...?
Du Pingsheng had lived a lonely, bitter life, never daring to hope that he might one day witness such a scene. Had he wished, countless people would have flocked to become his disciples, and he would never have been alone.
But how could something deliberately arranged compare to the peace and happiness of this moment?
Beside Su Mo, the Phoenix Woman watched Du Pingsheng's smiling face and seemed suddenly to understand why Su Mo had abruptly taken a disciple...
Little Qing Yi obediently bustled about, boiling water and pouring tea for the three of them.
No one had asked her to do it. She simply wanted to. She loved everything she had now; it made her feel as though she had found a home.
It seemed ordinary, yet it was filled with happiness.
In Little Qing Yi's heart, this little Bamboo Hut might not measure up to a great sect, but it was more real than one. Perhaps her master and grandmaster lacked