The Ruined Temple in Suotuo City

It was the third day of the fourth month when Nan Feng left Heaven Dou City for Nuoding City.

A spring rain had just passed over Heaven Dou City, and tender shoots of grass were poking through the mud on both sides of the official road.

He traveled neither by horse nor carriage. With Shrinking the Ground to an Inch, each step carried him a hundred paces, and he reached Nuoding City from Heaven Dou City in half a day.

The wind tugged the red hair ribbon on his left wrist, streaming it behind him. He smoothed it down, remembering how Xiao Wu had said she had braided it better than the last one.

In truth, it was much the same as the last one. But if Xiao Wu said it was better, then it was better.

Nuoding City was just as it had always been. The gateway was low, and clumps of weeds grew in the cracks between the wall's bricks.

The soldiers guarding the city recognized him. They stood straight from a distance and called out, "Immortal Master!"

Nan Feng waved them down, telling them not to make a fuss.

He entered the city and turned onto the dirt road heading west. After walking for half an incense stick's time, he reached the hillside outside the city.

The Blue Silver Grass on the hillside grew taller than a person, spreading thickly across the entire slope.

Purple flower spikes billowed in the wind. From a distance, they looked like a shimmering purple lake.

The year Yu Xiaogang died, only a single stalk of Blue Silver Grass had grown in front of his grave. It had been thin and scrawny, its leaves yellowing.

Nan Feng had paid it no mind, merely giving it one drop of Three Lights Divine Water