The night rain fell without end.
Huan'er drove the carriage into Tingyu Pavilion.
As they neared the central courtyard, Cui Qingwu was roused from her deep thoughts by faint voices reaching her ears.
"...I've been saying it all along! As long as I'm a little more diligent, my Sword Dao is bound to improve."
"Before, I was just... lying low."
"That's right, that's the word! I... Chun Ying, what's with that look? You dare to laugh at me?"
"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare."
"I'd think not... Hmm? Niu Shan, what are you laughing at?"
"Young Master, I wasn't..."
"Not laughing? I clearly saw you grinning from ear to ear..."
Listening to Chen Yunfan's boisterous voice from inside, Cui Qingwu could easily picture him.
'He'd be wearing a thin robe, his long hair tied back messily, his handsome face lit up with a triumphant expression. He'd be laughing and cursing as he tapped the tall and burly Niu Shan with the hilt of his sword.'
