(Yesterday, I mistakenly wrote True Person Daoyuan as True Person Guangyuan in two places-not True Person Guangyuan, the master of Shiyue Peak. We're finally about to enter this volume's major plot, and I'm a little nervous. But when I think of the approaching Spring Festival and the fairly long holiday it will bring, that nervousness instantly turns to anticipation.)
Another person arrived outside the Southern Mountain Gate.
Ming Guoxing was greatly surprised and hurriedly rose to bow.
Jing Jiu nodded and walked past, becoming a streak of white far down the mountain path.
He did not ride his sword, neither out of courtesy nor because opening the Green Mountain Grand Array was troublesome.
With the token on him, he had no need to consider such things.
It was simply that, for journeys within a hundred li, he was more accustomed to walking than riding a sword.
Walking let him admire the scenery, quiet his mind, and sort through those exceedingly complicated matters that were difficult to work out through deduction and calculation.
Before long, he arrived at South Pine Pavilion.
Dozens of small courtyards lay hidden among the canopy-like green pines. The young Outer-Sect Disciples practiced their punches beneath the trees or meditated beside the creek.
It had already been thirty years since he and Liu S sui studied here, and many details had gradually faded. For instance, which elder's grandnephew had that dull boy surnamed Xue been? In contrast, his memories from over eight hundred years ago were clearer. Even now, he remembered being taken away from the Imperial Palace in Chaoge City by his grandmaster, while his elder brother stood watching in the square before the hall, gradually shrinking to a tiny black dot.
Yes, his grandmaster, True Person Daoyuan, had personally brought him back to