Over the next half month, Wu Ling settled into a routine that felt both strange and wonderful. Each morning, he dedicated himself to his painting, calligraphy, and other arts that fueled his cultivation. Slowly but surely he'd been expanding his collection of techniques which brought him to midday when Su Xiang arrived for a few hours of practice.
In the evening, he reserved his time for entertainment whether playing the zither for his mother, visiting a park with Yao Meifeng to work on their duet, or taking the evening to browse the night markets with Su Xiang as he tried to convince her to expand her wardrobe beyond the sect robes of the Shining Blade Hall.
Each day he moved a little bit closer to his goal of becoming the kind of cultivator who could fight his own battles and at the same time, each day included time to spend with the people who gave his life richness.
