In the blink of an eye, the day slipped away, and night quietly arrived. After Tianmei finished sharing her story, Lingluo followed with her own, and then Yu Xuan followed.
Yu Xuan had learned quite a lot about her that evening.
Ming Tianmei's tale stood out. Her master, she explained, was a peculiar old man whose face was always obscured by a strange cloth — so strange, in fact, that no matter how she looked, she had never once glimpsed his true features. Despite that eccentricity, he had raised her with care, guiding her cultivation step by step.
Most importantly, he had passed on to her a technique unlike anything Yu Xuan had ever heard.
It was called "The Way of Heaven."
Though Ming Tianmei had known it before, but relearning it under her master's guidance was an entirely new experience.
