The warm summer sunlight shone down on Casio, half of his body was covered by the shadow of the White Stone Fountain. He looked up at the sky, extraordinarily blue, extraordinarily pure.
As if it could imprint a person's soul upon it.
From this day onwards, Casio had again resumed the days of relentless training at the Wind Elephant Gate. However, there was no longer anyone to teach him, it was all down to his own comprehension and practice. As for Teacher Lixia, she needed to rest, a long period of rest.
Casio had planned as such and Lixia obediently complied. At this moment, the roles seemed to have reversed between the teacher and the student. Just like parents and children, children listen to their parents when they are young, but when the children grow up, the parents listen to them.
Perhaps, Lixia obeying Casio's schedule was to live a little longer. She wished to extend her end of life as much as she could and accompany her disciple a little longer.
