After breakfast, Fang Han set down his bowl and chopsticks. He said a few words to Qiu Lan, then left the courtyard.
He followed the bluestone path toward the Sub-Branch.
Morning light filtered through the gaps in the branches and leaves of the ancient trees lining the path, casting mottled patterns of light and shadow on the stone steps. A mountain breeze swept by, carrying the faint shouts from the distant Martial Arts Arena.
「It had been seven days since he returned to the Sect.」
For the past seven days, he had poured most of his time into the Cultivation of the Wind God Step. Now that his Body Technique had reached Mastery, he finally had some breathing room. He decided to go see Yun Qianyue.
The layout of the Sub-Branch was largely unchanged from his memory.
The houses he once lived in, the paths he had walked countless times, the clearings where he practiced his Swordsmanship in the morning—everything was still there.
