The following year.
Spring.
It was drizzling with a gentle breeze.
Jiang Lan stood at the Ninth Summit's square, cleaning with a broom in his hand.
Xiao Yu was not by his side. She had returned to the Third Summit.
In two days, it would be the wedding day set by Kunlun.
At this moment, Jiang Lan's heart wasn't calm, so he started to clean up.
He still remembered what his Senior Sister said when she returned to the Third Summit. She said, "Junior Brother, don't pull the grass these few days. Don't clean the house. Don't look at the sky. Don't read books. If you really can't do it, you can cultivate."
She was worried that he would fall into a state of enlightenment during these two days.
In fact, he would never make the same mistake again.
He did not speak to his Senior Sister about it directly and only mentioned it occasionally.
Since his Senior Sister did not believe him, he would not mention it.
