Meanwhile, at the Wu family residence, an elderly woman carried a tray holding warm soup and chilled wine as she walked toward Wu Ningli's room. With the two young disciples from the sect taking care of Yao Meifeng and the pursuit from her family, the familiar neighbor took the opportunity to bring something over for the crippled dancer.
Once inside Wu Ningli's room, however, the elderly woman's bearing changed. Pride and confidence spilled from every pore as her bent back straightened and the wrinkles melted from her face to reveal a familiar yellow-green-eyed countenance to Wu Ningli.
"Hall Master," Wu Ningli said, adopting the posture of a powerful elder greeting her direct superior and cupping her hands as well as she was able given the state of her wrists. "The magpies you sent already took care of my evening meal but you know I'll never refuse your wine," she said with a smile.
