When Jing Jiu returned, Zhao Layue had already regained her composure, and nothing unusual showed on her face. Naturally, Jing Jiu had no idea what she had been thinking. Looking at the clouds of dust gradually retreating through the dense forest below the cliff, he said, "Even the monkeys from the other peaks are this annoying, never mind people. I think we'd be better off not having anyone."
He meant that, according to Green Mountain's rules, Past Arrival Peak should soon be arranging stewards and other personnel for Divine End Peak.
Jing Jiu glanced at Zhao Layue's oversized clothes and said, "I can do needlework. Leave it to me."
Zhao Layue's eyes widened. "You even know how to do that?"
"I spent a day learning it in the village," Jing Jiu said.
Zhao Layue thought for a moment, then said, "That works too. It saves us worrying about problems with whoever Past Arrival Peak sends."
Recently, the atmosphere among the Green Mountain Nine Peaks had been somewhat off, oppressive and tense, like the stillness before a mountain storm. But Divine End Peak was remote, with only the two of them there, and for now they had no involvement in those complicated power struggles. Besides, given Jing Jiu's and Zhao Layue's personalities, they certainly would not pay such matters any attention. They only needed to concentrate on cultivation. The question was, what should they be learning now?
Zhao Layue had searched the cave abode inside and out without finding a single sword manual.
"How are we supposed to learn swordsmanship without a sword manual?"
Zhao Layue's gaze left the Unthought Sword and settled on Jing Jiu's face, where it lingered for a long time.
Jing Jiu touched his face, thought for a moment, then said, "How about... leaving that to me