Half a month later.
Outside the capital, in a mountain valley Grotto Heaven.
This was unmistakably Tang Yan's dwelling.
A little girl was hefting a gigantic hammer taller than herself, pounding away at a spirit weapon embryo, sweat pouring down as she gasped for breath, her cheeks flushed red.
From her body radiated a wild, domineering aura, and with every strike, sparks of lightning and fire danced faintly.
This was the disciple Tang Yan had accepted: Dong Yue.
Tang Yan watched with a squint-eyed smile, occasionally offering a word or two of guidance.
The valley was surrounded by birdsong and blooming flowers, hermetically sealed from the world; though the sound of hammering echoed, it wasn't raucous.
"Xu, feeling good?"
A soft, enchanting voice sounded slowly.
"Mm, feels nice, a little lower." Xu Yang closed his eyes in contentment, savoring Su Yun's gentle hands kneading his back.
Su Yun narrowed her beautiful eyes, then suddenly exerted force.
Tss!
