Baisui Lake.
The Dao Field atop the cliff.
Although Wang Ping didn't usually come here, the place was always kept clean and tidy.
Night had now fallen. Inside the thatched hut next to the Dao Field's bamboo forest, it was as bright as day. Wang Ping sat on a bamboo chair in the courtyard, gazing at the sparse Star River in the night sky. A series of soothing zither melodies drifted between the bamboo slips and the thatched hut, and Wang Ping couldn't help but close his eyes to listen.
The one playing the zither was Liu Shuang. Wang Ping had brought her along when he left the Six Heart Sect. After going to Jinhuai City to confer with Daoist Zhi Gong, he'd had Zuo Xuan take over the subsequent arrangements in Liu Shuang's stead, while he returned to the sect with her.
As Wang Ping had expected, Daoist Zhi Gong immediately agreed after hearing his plan and intended to implement it personally.
