Wang Chong thought, The Wudang Sect? They're my own people! I ought to lend a hand.
Wang Chong took the Folding Fan from his sleeve, then suddenly sensed killing intent behind him. Turning, he saw Su Luoyan's lovely eyes glaring fiercely at him. He suddenly remembered that he had painted Chu Qiuzi of the Qingcheng Sect on the fan right in front of her, and hurriedly put it away again with an embarrassed look.
Only then did Su Luoyan break into a smile. She handed him a folding fan and said gently, "I had someone ride at full gallop to fetch this fan from the Ten-Thousand-Year Fox Manor. It is over a hundred years old and belonged to one of the manor's elders. Its material is exactly the same as yours, and its weight and dimensions are roughly the same too."
Wang Chong gently flicked it open. The fan was covered with tiny, mosquito-like writing and nearly a hundred diagrams, all human figures no larger than beans. One glance was enough to make him exclaim, "The Twelve Flower-Plucking Kills!"
Su Luoyan smiled sweetly and said, "That elder once infiltrated the Eastern Yi Demon Sect and learned a whole repertoire of its martial arts. After returning to the Ten-Thousand-Year Fox Manor, they recorded everything they had learned."
"There is also a lightness technique on the back of this folding fan. I knew that was what you needed most, so I had it fetched especially for you. I hope that after you study it, my dear Wang, stones from another mountain may help polish your jade."
Wang Chong turned the folding fan over. Sure enough, there was a lightness technique called Moonlit Eve, Flower-Filled Morning.
He chuckled and said, "A fine name, but 'Viewing Flowers on Horseback' would fit it better."
Su