Su Bei propped himself up. He had slept very soundly and peacefully. His senior sister was already gone, but her fragrance lingered on the blanket, and for some reason, a gentle smile touched the corners of his lips.
He grabbed a ribbon, gathered his hair, tied it, and put on a long robe embroidered with moonlit begonia flowers.
Just then, a series of loud knocks came from the door.
Su Bei furrowed his brow slightly, somewhat puzzled. The rooster hasn't even crowed yet; why is someone up so early?
Then it dawned on him—No-Sword Peak had long been without chickens.
The door opened, and Su Bei looked up to see his prodigal disciple.
He glanced behind her and found she was alone, which struck him as odd. Where had Mo Li gone?
Seemingly perceiving Su Bei's confusion, Xiao Ruoching said, "Um, Mo Li... Junior Sister should be sleeping, I guess."
She uttered the words "Junior Sister" very reluctantly.
