Three days later, Misty-Wave City.
Spring rain had turned the earth a dark blue-black. A ferry laden with traveling commoners slowly emerged from the mist over the river and drew toward the crowded docks.
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 that had originally been neatly arranged were now somewhat disordered. A black skirt and a water-blue dress hung over the screen, barely touched for three days, while shoes, stockings, and Dharma Artifacts lay scattered across the floor.
Behind the bed curtains, Xie Jinhuan leaned against a pillow and let out a soft breath, feeling that time had flown.
Somewhat exhausted, Lin Wanyi lay against his chest, her cheek buried against his shoulder as she slept in a daze.
With nothing to do during the three-day voyage, Xie Jinhuan had spent all his time practicing. The two bespectacled girls, big and small, got along very harmoniously, taking turns going back to handle the hall's affairs and keeping everything in perfect order. The only shortcoming was that Chu Wanyi was unfamiliar with her assets and had a tendency to stand on the accelerator. Had Sister Bu not had a foundation in the Martial Dao, even she could not have borne it.
Nangong Ye, however, did not dare take turns with his disciple going back to practice. After the endless sessions, he now lay sprawled beside them, unwilling to move.
Noticing that Coal Ball was about to rebel, 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, helping Xie Jinhuan clear his