When Yan Ping found Anji, she instantly recognised the false happy tone Anji sometimes used when something was weighing on her mind.
"Anji greets shifu," the girl smiled, and Ruiting excused herself to give the student and teacher some privacy in Anji's personal garden.
The persimmon tree had grown well, and Yan Ping knew this was the persimmon tree her student had grown to send her the leaves for an unusual but effective tea.
"Birthday blues?" the blind prophet asked, sitting on the stone garden stool beside Anji.
