"Anyway, let's go," said Yu Lingluo cheerfully. With her master gone, their part of the visit was clearly over.
"Yes, let's. I want to see my cottage too," Yu Xuan replied. The two siblings walked together, reaching the spot within two minutes.
The cottage sat quietly at the base of the slope, not far from Lingluo's master's hut. Along the way, Yu Xuan noticed several other cottages — five at least, dotting the area.
For a moment he thought, 'So her Master really does have more disciples?'
Unlike his master, who had only one disciple, him.
But there was no sign of life in them, which only made him more curious.
Meanwhile, not long after they had left, the shorty arrived at the old woman's hut. Finding neither Yu Xuan nor Lingluo there, her face turned an alarming shade of red.
She stomped her foot, cursed both siblings under her breath with the fluency of someone well-practiced in it, and stormed off toward her own cottage.
