A Scholar of One-Thatch Studio becoming a sage mattered more than Green Mountain attaining Heavenly Access or Central Province attaining Mahayana, and heaven and earth had revealed all manner of omens in advance.
This great wind was one of them; the lotus flowers blooming early this year, in early spring, were another.
Little Lotus picked a lotus leaf and kneaded some lotus flowers to extract their juice. After carefully working away for half the night, she finally steamed some sweet, fragrant lotus-leaf rice and happily brought it to Liu S sui.
Because of the massacre in the mountain village, Liu S sui had been rather downcast these past few days. She did not know how to comfort him and could only take extra care with his food.
Fortunately, unlike Jing Jiu, Liu S sui still retained some interest in eating, so her care had not gone to waste.
Watching Liu S sui eat with relish, Little Lotus felt thoroughly content. She tidied the paper and ink on the desk, then went to the window to check how much longer the talisman paper would last.
The wind had been too strong lately. They had to arrange talisman paper into a wind-warding formation to keep it from troubling them.
Naturally, the inn she ran had little business. However good the location Gu Qing had chosen for her all those years ago, it could not withstand the interference of heaven and earth.
She reached the window and saw several streaks of clear light rise in the mountains ahead, followed by several Daoist cultivators. Her expression shifted slightly. "Even the Zhongzhou Sect has sent people?"
Liu S sui walked to the window and looked out. His gaze fell on the face of a tall, thin old man. Comparing it with the Archives he had