Now Jing Jiu could go wherever he wished and had no need to knock. He had done so because he wanted the young girls in the convent to see the peach blossoms, and because he wanted to ask the people there about a few things.
To his surprise, the people of the Water-Moon Convent did not know where that fellow had gone either. He went to the quiet room with the round window. Lian Sanyue had slept here for many years, with a peach blossom always beside her pillow.
The Three Thousand Nunnery outside Dayuan City also had a quiet room with a round window.
The quiet room in the Water-Moon Convent had been built on Lian Sanyue's orders as a copy of this one.
This was where she had first rested and recovered from her injuries.
For that reason, there was also a grave here.
A lonely grave a thousand years old, accompanied by morning light every day-it was not so desolate after all.
He stood before Young Master Li's grave for a while, then turned, stepped onto the little bridge, and went to the other side.
Many stories had taken place in the nunnery across the bridge. Lian Sanyue had slept for a long time, Bai Zao had slept for a long time, and finally he too had slept for a long time. And while he slept, almost the entire Green Mountain Sect had moved over: Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu had arranged hotpot, Tong Yan and Que Niang had arranged games of Go, Liu S sui had made a bamboo chair, and Gu Qing had even knelt before his bed and spoken of that matter.
But only one truly momentous event had taken place in this nunnery.
Lian Sanyue had become morning light filling the