The breeze was gentle, the flowing light faint.
Leaves swayed in the breeze, rustling softly.
A few ancient trees stood like a cluster of green clouds, spreading a cool canopy of shade.
Li Ping'an and Old Ox put the house in order. Being home truly felt different.
When he rose early in the morning, an indescribable feeling filled his heart.
Comfortable and languid, with nothing on his mind, he nevertheless felt an inexplicable happiness.
Like a cat licking its fur and washing its face in the sunshine, he felt an indescribable pleasure.
He ate and drank his fill, then took a bath.
Leaning against the headboard, he picked up a book and leafed through it.
The surging, vigorous tides of the age swept swiftly past.
Yet they seemed unable to affect him in the slightest.
Cleaning the courtyard, eating, drinking, sleeping, then going to Main Peak to report on his travels over the years and submit the paperwork...
They were all trivial little things.
Not worth mentioning, yet important parts of life nonetheless.
Three days slipped swiftly by.
Li Ping'an prepared some gifts, planning to visit a few elders and disciples on the various peaks.
He would also take Run Tu along to apologize to the disciples Run Tu had bullied before.
In Great Yu, pill refining was not the only thing Li Ping'an had learned.
Everyone said that among Great Yu's delicacies, pastries took pride of place.
For that reason, Li Ping'an had specifically sought advice from several pastry chefs.
He had learned quite a few skills.
As it happened, the osmanthus trees on Heaven-Reaching Peak were in bloom.
Li Ping'an had Old Ox and Run Tu gather the fresh blossoms, squeeze out their bitter juices, and steep them in syrup.
He mixed them with steamed rice flour,