Mountain Peak Dojo.
Ke Yue walked along the garden path, feeling a little anxious. After all, as a member of 'the First Day', if the master of this place decided to kill her outright, even her own sect wouldn't stand up for her.
Internal strife was also a reality within 'the First Day', and after the Battle of True Yang Mountain, the influence of her lineage had been weakened to its lowest point. This time, she had come with the resolve to burn her bridges.
Soon, she saw Wang Ping under a Spirit Wood Tree. Her steps faltered to a stop, and she respectfully clasped her fists in a bow.
"Fellow Daoist, it's been a while. How about joining me for a cup of tea?"
Wang Ping greeted her.
Ke Yue immediately quickened her pace and walked over to Wang Ping. Her gaze fell on the tea table beside him, and then she clasped her fists in a salute to Yu Lian, who was sunbathing on a branch above.
