When Chen Ye finished nurturing the Flying Sword, the mist outside had already taken on the colors of dusk.
He opened his eyes, gently sliding his fingertips across the spine of the Jade Treasure Sword, growing increasingly satisfied.
"Zhiwei hasn't returned yet?"
Soon, his thoughts returned to reality, surprised to discover that Zhiwei had not returned home.
This was unlike her.
Even if she was completing a master's task, Zhiwei would not act impulsively for merit; she was always a calm child.
Unless...
Found Sister Qingzhu?
"Master—"
Chen Ye waited another two-hour period before finally seeing Zhiwei return from outside.
Her ink-black hair was dampened by the mist, and she held a bulging oil paper package in her arms, but her eyes were erratic.
This girl has something on her mind?
Chen Ye took the oil paper package from her arms, then gently smoothed Zhiwei's slightly damp bangs, softly asked, "You've returned? Look at you, your hair is all wet. Did you see Aunt Mao?"
