A few days passed as everything calmed down.
Initially, some of the lower cultivators talked about what happened, but after being reminded by their superiors, they, too, stopped talking about it.
Fu Xian was currently sitting in his pavilion, drinking tea leisurely.
Just as it reached midday and the sun was high in the sky, he heard a knock on his courtyard's formation.
Standing up, he went to open the door.
A slight embarrassment crossed his face, but quickly receded.
'Maybe after this, I won't have to do these small tasks anymore.'
Opening his formation and the gates, he saw a stature man standing outside. Next to him was the young and shy Yelong, wearing oversized taoist robes, his eyes slightly red, rings formed around them.
"Greetings, Senior!" Fu Xian bowed to the strong man, a fourth-stage cultivator.
"No need for formalities," the man said "may I enter?"
"Of course. Please follow me senior."
