Years passed unnoticed in the mountains as seasons came and went.
Spirit Turtle Peak welcomed its first snow of the year.
The grave on the back mountain was no longer new. Wild grass, now over ten feet high, made it resemble a small hill.
Ji Zidian arrived with a food box. She glanced at the overgrown grave, clearly accustomed to the sight. With a wave of her hand, lightning crackled and instantly incinerated the weeds, burning them to ash.
Not far away stood a thatched hut. Luo Binglan walked out, looked at her, and said, "You clean it now, but it'll just grow back in less than an hour. Don't you get tired of it?"
Ji Zidian chuckled sweetly. "It's alright. It's no trouble at all!"
They both knew Wang Xiu's Qing Emperor's Longevity Scripture was operating on its own, generating a vibrant life force. Even the smallest bit of that life force seeping through the soil was enough to make the surrounding plants grow uncontrollably. Ji Zidian came nearly every day to clear them away.
