Three days later, Misty-Wave City.
The spring rain had turned the earth a blue-black hue. A ferry laden with travelers slowly emerged from the mist over the river and eased toward the crowded dock.
On the second floor of the Boat Tower, Coal Ball, who had turned into a Reed-Flower Chicken, stood on the windowsill, persistently tapping the window with a claw.
Tap, tap, tap...
A faint feminine fragrance filled the room. The tables, chairs, and stools, originally neatly arranged, were now somewhat disordered. A black skirt and a water-blue dress hung over the screen, barely touched in three days, while shoes, stockings, and Dharma Artifacts lay scattered across the floor.
Behind the bed curtains, Xie Jinhuan leaned against a pillow and breathed out softly, feeling that time had passed so quickly.
Lin Wanyi lay somewhat weakly against his chest, her face buried at his shoulder, sleeping in a daze.
With nothing to do during the three-day voyage, Xie Jinhuan had spent all his time practicing. The big and little bespectacled girls got along perfectly, taking turns returning to handle their branch's affairs and keeping everything in excellent order. The only drawback was that Chu Wanyi, new to this, was unfamiliar with the assets at her disposal and rather inclined to stand up and stomp on the accelerator. Had Sister Bu not had a foundation in the Martial Dao, even she could not have withstood it.
Nangong Ye, however, hardly dared take turns with her disciple going back to practice. After the endless sessions, she was now sprawled beside them, unwilling to move.
Noticing that Coal Ball was on the verge of rebellion, Xie Jinhuan patted the Bespectacled Girl's back and sat up.
"We're here."
"Oh..."
Lin Wanyi sat up groggily and habitually cradled his head to help refresh and