The Small Study, on the backside of the hill on New Year's Eve, was bustling with unusual liveliness.
The master was writing in his room, with Elder Gui attending to him.
From outside the room, the master's urging voice could be intermittently heard, as Elder Gui's movement was painfully slow.
After so many years of his slowness and the master's hassling, both the servant and the master had become accustomed to it.
Exactly how old Elder Gui was that year, probably only the master and Yan Li, who was in seclusion, knew in the whole Demon Sect.
Yet the master was still the same as ever, calling him "Little Gui", and the old mute seemed to truly enjoy this. When the master was in a rush, he even displayed a pleasing smile of a young man.
What the master was writing in his room on such a big celebration, no one knew. For now, the kitchen was probably the busiest place.
