Over the following days, two more people visited Zhao Garden.
Like One-Thatch Studio, they had vaguely guessed that Jing Jiu had some say in this matter, or at least knew about it.
Because of the Zen Child's anger, Fruitful Accomplishment Temple had severed ties with Green Mountain, so it was the Abbot of Pure Enlightenment Temple who came.
Jing Jiu thought this was entirely like stripping off one's clothes to stand in the rain-an unnecessary extra step. Who didn't know that everyone at Pure Enlightenment Temple, from the Abbot down to the monks tending the incense, had come from Moqiu?
Without waiting for the Abbot to speak, he said directly, "It won't be Fu Wang."
The Abbot of Pure Enlightenment Temple left disappointed.
The last to arrive was an envoy from the Wind Saber Sect, who treated Jing Jiu with great deference, presumably having received instructions from the Blade Sage.
It seemed Cao Yuan had seen the truth of that sword strike.
Thinking this, Jing Jiu said, "It won't be Fang Jingtian."
The Wind Saber Sect envoy left satisfied.
Autumn soon passed. Just as Chaoge City entered the twelfth month, snow arrived.
Winter had already come. Could spring still be far away?
It was truly a poignant line.
Thinking this amid the wind and snow, Jing Jiu rose on his sword and took Gu Qing back to Green Mountain.
Snow was falling in Chaoge City, and in Southern Heaven as well.
The Green Mountain Nine Peaks were as quiet as when he had left, and Divine End Peak was no different.
At this time in previous years, Nan Wang would always ask Liu Ci to open a passage in the Green Mountain Grand Array and welcome in the first snow.
This year, she was still in seclusion, and Liu Ci