For the first time in five years, the persimmon tree bore flowers and fruit. Autumn was a great time for harvesting, but this year it was even more special. Old friends and allies were gathering again at the prophet's invitation.
Ever since the war ended, Hong Nian Niang had been diligently following Anji's suggested treatment. With the help of Elders from the Mystical Qilin Sect to implement artificial cores, she suppressed her true cultivation base and was finally able to nurture her womb with Doctor He's help. It was no secret that the Vermillion Bird Sect Leader was hoping for a daughter who might resemble her late godaughter. However, even after years of recovery and nourishment, there was no positive news.
Arriving in a fashionably late manner, Hong Nian Niang looked worse than anyone remembered her to be. Escorted by three husbands, she collapsed almost immediately into a chair, hair sticking to her clammy forehead and looking pale.
