Su Ming walked the northern ridge of White Lotus Peak alongside Bai Qingxian and Elder Bai Zhen, looking down at a patch of tilled earth cleared for spiritual herbs. The morning wind carried a slight chill, rustling the pine needles along the stone path.
"I have informed Elder Zhen that you now know of our origin," Bai Qingxian said, her voice quiet. "And what we intend to do."
Elder Bai Zhen bowed, his hands clasped in his wide sleeves. "Peak Master Su's discretion is appreciated. We do not wish to bring trouble to your peak, but re-establishing Medicine Valley in this world is our long-term goal."
"You are part of the sect now," Su Ming replied, his tone relaxed. "As long as you do not bring any harm to the sect, my peak remains quiet, and our agreements are fulfilled, your past is your own."
