Wasn't It Said He Couldn't?

Because she was in Ju'an Pavilion, right beside Ji Yuan, Mother Jujube felt no psychological burden at all about entering that utterly unguarded state of reading.

What she saw and felt while reading "Phoenix Seeking Mate" was a vastness and beauty she had never imagined. This beauty, taken to its utmost yet felt with such natural ease, stirred her eye acupoints, ear acupoints, and heart aperture in mutual resonance. With her special nature as a Heaven and Earth Spiritual Root, it was as though she had become that Phoenix Tree in the Sea, accompanying Ji Yuan as she watched the phoenix cry and dance, as though she and the phoenix, one still and one in motion, had become each other's scenery in the dance.

Ji Yuan poured and drank by himself at the side, quietly enjoying the honey tea and the tranquility of the courtyard. Even when he casually took out the "Sword Intent Scroll" and set it beside him, the Little Characters upon it tactfully refrained from making a fuss at once. Instead, they flew off the "Sword Intent Scroll" one by one and gathered behind Mother Jujube to watch that copy of "Phoenix Seeking Mate."

For the Little Characters, whose true forms were words themselves, books of this special kind had always been highly sensitive to them. Those written by Ji Yuan were especially likely to draw them in.

Elsewhere, beneath the lingering glow of the setting sun, Hu Yun led the way with Jin Jia behind him, heading steadily out of Tianniu Quarter.

At this hour, Double Well Inlet in Tianniu Quarter was at one of its two busiest times of day. The women of the quarter, who had been chirping nonstop around the two large wells and the stream running through the district, abruptly fell much