——
Xu Chang’an listened to the sound of his footsteps mingling with the rain, spreading along the empty path.
Speaking of which... Senior Wen still walks as silently as a cat, without the slightest sound. If it weren’t for the rain hitting the umbrella behind him, he wouldn’t be sure if soone was trailing him. Beyond footsteps, her presence is always perfectly hidden, and even with his Spiritual Qi, he can’t sense her existence.
"..."
While Xu Chang’an was pondering, Wen Li simply followed him forward, her brows slightly furrowed.
She realized that even aside from the Sword Heart, if one uses a daughter’s aesthetic to view this path, it becos clear it wasn’t an illusion. This path to Yun Qian’s residence from Celestial Bright Peak indeed grows more eerie the further one goes.
"Junior Brother, is Celestial Bright Peak always this quiet?" Wen Li asked.
Wen Li’s sudden question made Xu Chang’an pause, then he helplessly stopped walking, turned to look at Wen Li and the dark hall behind her, saying, "I reported to Steward Qin earlier, she knew you were coming... so she temporarily vacated this area."
Qinling was dumbfounded upon knowing he invited Wen Li, but she indeed made such arrangents.
"I see." Wen Li’s sleeves lightly swayed, calmly watching his back, "That probably doesn’t help much."
She imagines countless eyes are on her, thinking her arrival from Muyu Peak to Celestial Bright Peak can’t possibly be concealed.
"It doesn’t help," Xu Chang’an said, "Senior Sister ca from the center of the White Jade Platform, right?"
"Mm, went to check the Mingxin Chart."
"Feeling pressured?"
"No."
Wen Li shook her head, mainly to check Xu Chang’an’s ranking, only to find he wasn’t on the list, further confirming the chart’s lack of credibility.
"Senior Sister truly is an impressive person." Xu Chang’an admired Wen Li’s calm deanor, also feeling fortunate for himself and Miss Yun.
Having soone like Wen Li as Yun Qian’s guide is promising, both in terms of teaching quality and network connections.
As long as Yun Qian can get along well with Wen Li, being Wen Li’s first student alone is enough for a great start in Chaoyun Sect.
Thanks to Zhu Pingniang, without that Senior, Xu Chang’an knows he wouldn’t have intersected with Wen Li in his lifeti.
"I won’t bring you trouble." Wen Li slowed her pace, thinking she is unconcerned whether her actions are known, and will resolve any issues brought to Xu Chang’an and Yun Qian due to her.
Xu Chang’an paused, exhaling a breath of turbid air.
This Senior Sister indeed is a clever, ticulous person.
"Not really troubleso," Xu Chang’an thought, though Wen Li endlessly had pursuers within Chaoyun Sect, he, being the only man atop Muyu Peak, had long been accustod to the attention.
"Is that where she resides?" Wen Li looked at the shadow-covered North Garden, quickening her pace.
"Mm," Xu Chang’an looked at the fragrant, warm North Garden ahead, speeding up too, "Almost there."
He consistently followed Wen Li’s pace, keeping in rhythm with her steps, while ensuring to walk slowly.
When he left, he told Yun Qian to eat so preserves to replenish energy, walking slowly gives Yun Qian a little ti to rest and recover strength.
In the slow walk, Xu Chang’an realized sothing.
This was his... first ti in life actively bringing a girl ho to et Yun Qian.
The thought of Yun Qian waiting at ho felt odd to Xu Chang’an, thinking of his wife’s peculiar mindset, he might end up fitting into one of her novels.
Perhaps he should have let Yun Qian accompany him to welco Wen Li.
But he couldn’t bear Yun Qian’s fatigue and cold, hence ca alone.
Nonetheless, his attitude is shown.
He and Yun Qian are one; his presence suffices, and when Wen Li ets Yun Qian shortly, she’ll sowhat understand Yun Qian’s temperant.
"Ahem," Xu Chang’an felt the need to find a topic and looked at the falling rain, asking, "Senior Sister, has it been always raining on Chaoyun Sect lately? Do you know the source?"
"Rain?" Wen Li calmly looked at Xu Chang’an, "You don’t know?"
"I should know?" Xu Chang’an was taken aback, how could he know why it rains on Chaoyun Sect, but soon rembered sothing, "I didn’t ask about it at Steward Hall."
Wen Li looked at him for a mont, "I asked Master, she’s not certain about the rain’s source, just has a rough guess."
When Wen Li asked Master, she ntioned Xu Chang’an’s na, implying the rain’s connection to Xu Chang’an’s Water Attribute talent.
Wen Li had no doubt, for she believed no matter how bizarre things are with Xu Chang’an, she’s ready to accept them.
"Senior Sister, this strange rain... won’t harm the body, right?" Xu Chang’an couldn’t help but ask.
This was what he truly wanted to know.
With Yun Qian alone at ho, lacking protection, there’s a risk of exposure to rain.
"No harm," Wen Li’s Pear Blossom Umbrella steady, "Just ordinary water, as you perceive."
Wen Li withheld a sentence.
The water is ordinary, but with the entire weather within Chaoyun Sect regulated by the Mountain Protection Array, without the Sect Leader’s token, any bizarre phenona are theoretically impossible.
So, this ongoing rain... is the least ordinary matter.
"Got it," Xu Chang’an didn’t understand the complexities, feeling so relief upon hearing it’s regular rain.
——
In front of Yun Qian’s residence.
"Here we are," Xu Chang’an turned, nodding to Wen Li, "Senior Sister, please."
Wen Li looked over, her lashes slightly trembled.
The rain densely poured from above, the wind whistled through the courtyard.
Wen Li felt Xu Chang’an wouldn’t have chosen such a place for his wife to reside.
Could it be...
Miss Yun relishes such a setting?
"I’ll go call her," Xu Chang’an thought Wen Li was here to teach, as courtesy, Yun Qian should step out and greet.
"No need," Wen Li shook her head, "Not an official matter."
A guide rather than a formal master.
She preferred less ceremony, the natural way is best.
Xu Chang’an agreed, leading Wen Li to the main house, and gently pushed open the carved wooden door.
——
"Back?"
Yun Qian lounged at the table, leisurely and content, the curves of her form distinct, her slender figure relaxed against the chair back, her right hand holding a bag of preserves Xu Chang’an personally made.
Her long hair hung at her chest, naturally gentle, resembling a bride awaiting her husband’s return.
Oh, no resemblance needed, she truly is.
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