As Bai Ruozhu turned to enter the Astrology Tower, she suddenly stopped in her tracks and turned back to ask Jiang Yichun, "Why haven't you ever asked the National Master why he took me as a disciple?"
Jiang Yichun tugged at the corner of his mouth, "You would naturally tell me if you wanted to."
"Alright, I'll tell you when we get back home." Bai Ruozhu said with a smile, he really was the one who understood her best.
When Bai Ruozhu returned to kneel before the spirit, she noticed Ning Yu spacing out, undoubtedly contemplating what she had said earlier.
In the blink of an eye, the seventh day arrived, which was the day of the National Master's burial.
The National Master's funeral was unlike that of ordinary people; he had requested to lie in state for seven days before his burial, and he had chosen the burial site himself. Interestingly, it was the mountain top behind Jingxin Temple outside the City, which was covered with maple leaves in the fall.
