An Ice Blue Immortal Light flickered to one side.
Qing Su, the Immortal, arrived with a sweep of his sleeve and gracefully took his seat.
The two exclusive recliners belonging to this master and disciple were now facing each other.
Li Ping'an rose to pay his respects, inquiring after his master's well-being, and then slumped back onto the recliner, his eyes gradually losing their luster.
Wen Ling'er came with small, quick steps, bringing tea and pastries.
The tea was the floral kind Qing Su favored, sweet and refreshing;
The pastries were the honeyed fruits Qing Su loved to eat, freshly made yesterday.
"Thank you," Qing Su softly expressed his gratitude. Once Wen Ling'er had left, he turned to Li Ping'an and asked, "Disciple, have you been bullied at Caiyun Peak?"
"The senior sisters of Caiyun Peak are beautiful and so pleasant to talk to, how could they ever bully me?"
Li Ping'an cleared his throat and sat up straight.
"Master, you must come with me to Yuan Sect later!"
