"Valley Master, the Sword Qi Grand Ceremony has already ended."
"Valley Master… Young Valley Master Ye has sent a letter through someone."
"Valley Master…"
Atop Lotus Peak, it was serene and desolate.
Jiang Miaoyin sat in front of the waterfall, alone, silently listening to the tumultuous sound of the sword energy waterfall.
For ten years, she had spent her days this way.
Each day like the one before.
The disciples under Lotus Peak, not understanding why their master had secluded herself, thought that perhaps this was also a form of spiritual practice. Thus, they seldom disturbed her on ordinary days, only reporting to her when faced with important matters.
During the time of the Sword Qi Grand Ceremony.
Lotus Peak saw slightly more visitors; Ye Qinglian and Jiang Qihu had both come to visit.
The few disciples under Jiang Miaoyin's tutelage could feel that, in these days, the atmosphere around Lotus Peak had become much more relaxed.
But today.
