Zhexiu walked up, and he looked at the Yellow Paper Umbrella in Chen Changsheng’s hand. He asked, “What’s wrong?”
Chen Changsheng did not know how to explain it, and said after thinking a little, “A sudden impulse?”
Zhexiu stayed silent for a while, before saying, “That’s an illness.”
(TN: Tide Rush of Blood, Zhexiu’s illness, can also mean ‘a sudden impulse’ or ‘to be carried away by a whim’.)
Chen Changsheng began to laugh, “I should be able to treat that illness.”
The two people walked over the stone bridge. Carrying the umbrella, they disappeared into the misty rain.
A while later, several girls of the Thirteen Divisions of Radiant Green, who had entered the Garden of Zhou later than them, had also arrived at the stone bridge.
One of the teenage girls had a pretty and delicate face. She seemed to be very ordinary, just like the average, commonly seen disciple in sects for cultivation.
