Yuan Qu did not fly away on his sword, but walked down Cloud-Traveling Peak instead.
The sword still had no name. He planned to ask his master or his sect master uncle to bestow one on it.
Only with a name could he better cultivate their bond, and then achieve true unity between man and sword. Rushing anything did no good.
When he reached the foot of Cloud-Traveling Peak, fellow Green Mountain disciples who had heard the news came forward to congratulate him. Even several elders appeared, showing considerable warmth.
After Jing Jiu became sect master, he had not moved to Heavenly Light Peak as was customary, but continued living on Divine End Peak. As the water rose, the boats rose with it: the people and monkeys of Divine End Peak naturally enjoyed greater standing.
Moreover, a few days earlier, True Person Guangyuan and the disciples of Shiyue Peak had been dispatched to the Western Sea to replace Jade Lake Peak. They reportedly would not even be allowed to return for the sect master's inauguration ceremony.
Why had this happened? Naturally, it had to do with the dispute when the Last Edict was read out some years before.
The Green Mountain disciples once again confirmed that the Sect Master True Person was petty-minded, and naturally treated Yuan Qu and the other Divine End Peak disciples with even greater care.
Jing Jiu had been nurturing that crooked, frost-covered sword on Cloud-Traveling Peak for five years.
Six years had passed since that spring rain.
Seven years had passed since the internal strife in the Hanging Bell Sect.
Nine years had passed since the battle of the Western Sea.
Ten years had passed since the tea gathering at the Lu Household.
It was that year that Jing Jiu had left Green