Wu Yun helps them carry all the books inside Cang Chuxi's pavilion. They arrange them in piles on the floor, surrounding Lan Tian's bed, which Wu Yun hasn't left ever since the day of the battle.
Lu Jiao watches them carry the books inside with raised eyebrows. "Kunlun must have left quite the impression on you, to prompt such a speedy return," she says, addressing Lu Meng.
Lu Meng bows towards her as politely as possible, while carrying an armful of books. "Thank you again for your hospitality Master Lu, and I apologize for not being present to help in Kunlun's moment of need, when you have so kindly extended me, and A-Tan, your help."
Lu Jiao waves his polite words away with an insouciant flick of her wrist and a despondent sigh. "As you can see, presently, there's not much hospitality to speak of."
