Time was the fairest thing of all. When the tenant farmers of Fruitful Accomplishment Temple celebrated the New Year, White City, far away at the edge of the Snowfield, celebrated it too.
With the weather growing warmer, even more believers had come to White City to kowtow this year, making it seem almost lively.
Guo Dong sat on the threshold of the Small Temple, listening to the clamor in the distance. She frowned slightly, took out a cucumber, and felt a little more refreshed only after taking two bites.
That deep, resonant voice sounded behind her. "I have fruit and melons here all year round. Why don't you eat them?"
"It's always the same few kinds. I grew tired of them long ago," Guo Dong said.
Over the years, she had often come to White City to see him, and had spent the New Year with him several times.
The Blade Sage fell silent for a while, then asked, "That year, you said everyone was starting to get anxious. Did that include you?"
Guo Dong did not answer his question, but changed the subject. "He Zhan said the nunnery was full of female disciples. He doesn't want to go."
"What are you going to do?" the Blade Sage asked.
"You told me Fruitful Accomplishment Temple has no successor to Treading the Mortal World in this generation," Guo Dong said.
"The Zen Child confirmed it in a letter. Jing Jiu has nothing to do with the temple," the Blade Sage said.
"What do you think of He Zhan?" Guo Dong asked.
"I'll write to the temple," the Blade Sage said.
He would certainly strive to see this matter through.
Because this meant she acknowledged him.
Tonglu and Su Ziye had gone to the Western Sea one after the other.