Xuanyuan You, holding an invitation, left, and Xie Jiuniang secluded herself again in the small courtyard.
Those secretly watching her were astonished beyond measure, for she kept her composure so well. If she were older, it wouldn't be so remarkable, but she was just a teenager, which made her stand out all the more.
Time flew quickly, and it was just a few days before the ceremony to formally acknowledge her master.
No one disturbed her.
Perhaps some wanted to trouble her, but they found no opportunity to do so.
She secluded herself daily—wouldn't she collapse?
Xie Jiuniang herself was somewhat puzzled. Last time, Elder Chaoyan had told her that someone would send her a direct disciple's robe and other clothes she needed to wear on the day she would formally acknowledge her master, along with someone to inform her of matters that required attention. Yet, no one had come until now?
