A few days after Li Qingmu had gotten used to the daily routine of the Exalted Sage School, Wen Qingwan came to get him early in the morning, just as the sun was rising. She was wearing her usual flowing blue robes, decorated with faint golden lotus patterns. Her long hair was neatly tied in a side ponytail with a simple jade hairpin.
Her beautiful face looked calm as always, but when her eyes met his, there was a quiet and soothing warmth in them that was hard to miss.
It was like staring at a clear stream.
"Junior Brother Li, Father has summoned you to the Sage Master Hall. Come with me."
"Oh, Xiao Ma! It's you!"
"Stop calling me that!"
"Shishishi!"
Li Qingmu chuckled softly as he brushed dust from his plain disciple robes.
He followed her through winding stone paths lined with ancient pines and spirit lanterns.
Soon they reached the grand Sage Master Hall.
