CHAPTER 184
### Three Days Quiet
He went quiet on the morning of the seventh day west.
Not dramatically. Not with announcement.
Lin Mei noticed at the morning fire when he did not respond to something she said about the day's route.
She looked at him.
He was looking at the fire.
She said his name.
He looked up.
"Yes," he said.
"The route," she said.
"Yes," he said.
"West or northwest," she said.
"West," he said.
She looked at him.
She looked at Bing Xi.
Bing Xi was reading the sections through the Frostbite Edge. She lowered the blade slightly. She looked at Jian Yu.
She looked at Lin Mei.
She did not say anything.
They went west.
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By midday he had said four words.
By the camp that evening he had said seven.
Lin Mei sat beside him at the fire.
She did not ask what was wrong.
She knew what this was.
She had read the documentation. She had written the documentation.
When something breaks him he goes quiet for three days and returns like nothing happened.
She sat beside him.
The fire burned.
Bing Xi took the first watch and the second.
Lin Mei stayed at the fire.
He looked at it.
She looked at it.
After a long time he said: "Rong Yan."
"Yes," she said.
"Thirty years," he said.
"Yes," she said.
"Thirty years of suppressing the between quality in his cultivation," he said.
"Yes," she said.
He was quiet.
The fire burned.
"Master Feng," he said.
She looked at him.
"He raised me for twelve years," he said. "He knew what I was. He knew the counting was the mechanism. He knew the crack would be the crack. He knew the sword was in the vault." He paused. "He knew all of it."
"Yes," she said.
"He died before Rong Yan sat at the hollow's edge," he said.
She was quiet.
"He died before the archive," he said. "Before the growing season. Before the formation site holding three deployments. Before the grey blade."
"Yes," she said.
He looked at the fire.
"He would have wanted to see it," he said.
"Yes," she said.
"The between quality in thirty years of suppressed cultivation," he said. "The hollow deepening when it contacted the source. The eighteen who left and the six who stayed. The gaps instead of nulls."
"Yes," she said.
"He built toward something he never saw," he said.
"Yes," she said.
"Lin Dao built toward something he never saw," he said.
"Yes," she said.
"River-Stone built toward something they never saw," he said.
"Yes," she said.
He looked at the fire.
"Don't waste it," he said.
Not to her.
To Master Feng.
To Lin Dao.
To River-Stone.
To everyone who had built toward something they would not live to see.
She sat beside him.
She did not say anything.
The fire burned.
He went quiet.
Three days.
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He came back on the morning of the fourth day.
Not announced.
He woke before the fire and made the tea and when Lin Mei came out of her bedroll he handed her a cup.
She looked at him.
"The sections today," he said. "Three in the sixty to seventy percent range. We can address all three from the central position at the ridge."
"Yes," she said.
She took the cup.
She drank.
"The ridge gives us the best domain angle for all three simultaneously," he said.
"Yes," she said.
He looked at the road.
She looked at the road.
"Thank you," she said.
"For what," he said.
"The tea," she said.
"Yes," he said.
They walked west.
The three locked traits.
The counting when nervous.
The emotion-reading failure.
The three-day silence.
All three present.
All three the mechanism.
All three the sword's specific choice.
He walked west.
He was still nineteen years old.
The road was long.
He committed.
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