Three days have passed, and it is already deep autumn.
The phoenix tree leaves around the courtyard fluttered down, coating the entire Lotus Peak in a cloak of deep yellow. The mountain wind carried with it the fresh fragrance of grass and trees, bringing a sense of tranquility to the heart.
You Su put away his sword, concluding his morning practice.
Fairy Wangshu stood aside with her sword, accompanying and overseeing You Su's practice of Lotus Swordsmanship throughout. She remained silent throughout, neither praising nor criticizing, as if demonstrating the sword technique once was only to be expected in her eyes.
