Yun Rong was stunned, recalling the Sect Master's strictness, feeling helpless.
She remembered a year ago when she went to the small house at the east end, there was a pond in the courtyard, raising some fat koi fish.
That pond was there since the Young Master was two years old,
The tiny fish in the pond were nothing more than ordinary mortal fish, but after two years of his care, they somehow seemed to have acquired a bit of spirituality.
Every evening at dusk, when he scattered the feed, the little fish in the pond would merrily swim over, affectionately nudging his little feet.
Sometimes flipping in the water, sometimes blowing bubbles, they amused the little fellow greatly.
However, once, while playing by the pond's edge, he lost track of time and missed his lessons, caught by the Sect Master.
