Liu S sui was, of course, a man of many words. Otherwise, why would Jing Jiu have thought of him when he met that young monk from Fruitful Accomplishment Temple who practiced Silence Meditation?
Of course, he had never been quite as talkative as he was today.
Over the past dozen years and more, he had borne too many responsibilities and secrets. Afraid of accidentally letting something slip, under pressure, and forced to play a demon-corrupted disciple in miserable straits, he had spoken less and less, until he had almost gone mad from holding it all in.
Only today, when Jing Jiu's bracelet had turned into a sword to clear his path and countless flying swords from Green Mountain had headed for the Western Sea, had he finally been freed from playing that role. Released at last, he wanted nothing more than to say everything he had left unsaid over those years.
The cave abode was quiet, without a sound for a long time. Little Lotus held him, gently stroking his back.
Liu S sui was somewhat touched and somewhat nervous. His hands hovered stiffly in midair, unsure where to go, and his face grew redder and redder.
At last, unable to bear it any longer, he said in a trembling voice, "I... I'm a little thirsty."
Little Lotus drew away from him and smiled at him. "How could you not be thirsty after talking so much?"
Liu S sui did not dare look at her. He drained the spring water in his teacup in one gulp, then asked, "How are you feeling now?"
With the help of the pills and the meditation he had done during this time, his injuries had improved somewhat. More importantly, much of his Sword Essence had recovered, so he should have been able to