Liu Ruyan expertly guided her white jade lotus boat through the familiar valleys and peaks of the Crimson Pill Sect's core region. She landed it discreetly in a hidden grotto near her private dwelling, concealed by a small waterfall and some clever illusion formations her Master had helped her set up years ago.
Her place wasn't some dingy cave like most deacons had. Nah, being the Sect Master's pet disciple came with perks. It was a proper little manor, built right into the side of a lush, green mountain in a secluded valley reserved just for personal disciples.
Waterfalls tumbled down mossy rocks into a crystal-clear pool right outside her entrance, surrounded by her own private garden filled with fragrant, glowing spirit herbs she cultivated herself. It was peaceful. Serene.
The moment they stepped off the boat, Wang Jian, still invisible, let out a low whistle that only she could hear. "Nice digs, Ruyan. Seriously nice. The spiritual energy here is thick."
