In human society, keeping watch over a grave was a matter of considerable ceremony. How one should mourn parents and elders, what clothes to wear, and for how many years-there were endless elaborate rites.
Liu S sui had the standing of a scholar, but he was a Daoist cultivator and paid no heed to such things.
Four hundred years earlier on the Chaotian Continent, he had finished his studies at One-Thatch Studio. After seeking his teacher Bu Qiuxiao's permission, he had kept watch beside his senior brother Xi Yiyun's grave for three years.
Three years later, he had Little Lotus close her inn, left the Thousand-Li Wind Corridor, and traveled overseas to try to persuade Gu Qing to return, without success.
Then he and Little Lotus returned to Fruitful Accomplishment Temple and lived in the vegetable garden for several years.
In the spring of their second year there, Zhao Layue arrived, also asking him to return to Green Mountain.
Her exact words were, "It looks like Bu Qiuxiao won't be leaving anytime soon. Since you can't become Studio Master, you might as well return to Green Mountain."
Little Lotus cooked in the kitchen. Never mind voicing her opinion; she did not even dare listen to their conversation.
Fox spirits had no notion of men handling affairs outside while women tended the home. Nor was she thinking about how she could not beat Liu S sui. She was afraid of Zhao Layue.
After Jing Jiu ascended and left, all her fear of him had shifted onto Zhao Layue. The sight of this woman made her uncomfortable, so she might as well not look.
"I was expelled from the sect before," Liu S sui said. "It feels a little strange to go back so openly."
Zhao Layue thought nothing of it. "Just