The following evening, the setting sun was red as blood.
Two swift horses crossed the dry Ancient Riverbed and galloped into the ancient city at the far end of the Gobi Desert.
Ye Jingtang had a spear hanging beside his horse and wore a Bamboo Hat, with Niao Niao perched at his crotch. Fan Qinghe rode beside him, her gaze still rather peculiar as she glanced at him now and then.
After reuniting with Ning'er the previous night, Ye Jingtang had barely exchanged a few words with her after their sweet interlude before the Sky-Pacifying Sect Master appeared and began teaching him martial arts.
The Sky-Pacifying Sect Master was Unrivaled Beneath the Mountain, and her martial attainments were beyond question. But her teaching philosophy was rather traditional: she upheld the principle that "the rod produces outstanding disciples," never explaining with words what she could beat into him.
With the "grudge over stealing her wife" on top of that, the previous night's experience could only be described as too painful to look back on. Though he had been thrown around all night without even touching her hand, he had indeed learned the techniques.
At daybreak, he needed to return to Langxuan City, while the Sky-Pacifying Sect Master was going into the desert to hunt for treasure, so they had to go their separate ways. Afraid of chilling her close friend's heart, Ning'er could only bid him a reluctant farewell.
Though Ye Jingtang was reluctant to part, the two women would not be wandering the desert for long, and they should be able to reunite once he returned to the capital. After giving Ning'er a few reminders, he parted with them and headed back to Langxuan City.
Fan Qinghe had held her questions in the entire way. Only when they were nearing