[Note – Red dust is an allegorical Buddhist term that refers to worldly affairs, attachments, and desires. It is often said that in order to achieve Buddhahood, one has to be able to 'see past the red dust'. 'Women of the red dust' is also a phrase that is specifically used to refer to courtesans.]
Stillwater Commandery. Swallow Mountain. Serpentwing Lake. Brightheart Island.
Uncle White, in human form, was seated within a pavilion, moodily drinking wine by himself. Mu Northson was seated as well, leaning against the pavilion railings with his eyes shut. As for Little Qing, she was hugging her knees, seated quietly within a corner of the pavilion.
They were all completely silent.
A long time later…
"Should we tell Autumn Leaf?" Little Qing suddenly said.
"We should not." Uncle White sighed. "In Autumn Leaf's heart, my son Ning is…ugh. She wouldn't be to take the blow. Let's wait for now. We can tell her that Ning is in secluded meditation."
