"Mister, I wish that you never stop improving, and I wish that the Divine Sect Seminary is here to stay forever." Zhao Ting was the first person to walk on Yong'an Street and into the doors of the Divine Sect Seminary. He stood respectfully before Ye Que, completely devoid of the mannerisms of a young master of the Grand Preceptor's residence, and he even seemed a little emotional in fact. Just as he finished speaking, dozens of people came walking in one after another, including Bai Yu, Yun Feihe, Shi Lei and Leng Wuxin. They wore innocent expressions, and they had silly grins that belied their innate pride at the success of their friend. What they had just done was indeed very cool, but logically speaking, it was also extremely harmful to them. Zhao Ting could end up losing his authority in Zhao Manor, and Bai Yu could be demoted beyond Judicator. Even Leng Wuxin could be stripped of his post as second in command.

The sounds of the evening were melodious, and the distant mountains gradually faded away from sight. The clouds looked like burning coals, and there was a faint darkness around them. Heaven and Earth seemed to have been separated as one gazed out of the third storey of the Divine Sect Seminary. If one gazed below, one would see huge crowds of people, horses and carriages. If one gazed above, one could see the Sun setting. They had finished speaking and drinking their tea, and remained silent for a while. Ye Zhengru coughed softly after a long while and stood up slowly. He placed one hand on his cane, and raised the other toward the skies, before pausing and bringing it down to Ye Que's shoulder. He patted his son twice, neither lightly nor heavily. "I'm old, and can't sit for long," Ye Zhengru said softly before turning around and walking out slowly. He stopped after taking two steps and continued, "I couldn't make decisions fo

The leaves of the lotus flowers had begun to fall, and the lushness of summer was fading away. The West Wind blew, and it was quiet all around the city. It was time for White Dew to fall, and the cicadas remained silent in the night. Warmth faded away slowly, and the birds began to migrate to warmer climates in flocks, from the North to the South. Overnight, the General's Manor was completely draped with white cloth. Lamps burned throughout the entire night, incense paper and joss sticks were lit, and sounds of crying rang out. Ye Yunhai had arrived in the palace dressed in mourning wear for the morning court session, and the news quickly broke out throughout the entire Luoyang City. General Ye Zhengru had passed away! It caused a great ripple across the entire city! Even though there had been news that the old general was getting on in age and bedridden, he was seen outdoors yesterday. So how could he have passed

After moving out of the way and returning to the Divine Sect Seminary, Ye Que shot Qian Shuxiao a look. "You better give me one..." Qian Shuxiao threw a jade pendant at him before he could finish his sentence. Ye Que caught the pendant with ease and looked at it. "Why is this pendant with you?" Ye Que remembered vividly that this jade pendant was something his mother left behind. Several days ago, he had personally delivered it to Ye Zhengru. How did it end up in Qian Shuxiao's hands? "Old General Ye's housekeeper delivered it to me. It's his private housekeeper; you've met him," Qian Shuxiao explained. "The day after your meeting, he secretly came here in the evening to see you. But you were in the midst of your close-door meditation then, so he handed it to me. He also left a message." "What is it?" Ye Que frowned. "Tell Ye this: River Soldiers." Qian Shuxiao counted on his fingers as he spoke. "Fi

The moon fell behind the crevice of the mountains, leaving only a ray of moonlight to emerge quietly in the night. Leaves the color of blazing flames enveloped the maple forest before Ye Que. Following a sweeping autumn wind, the firey-red maple leaves appeared even more coquettish. Coupled with the tall piles of dead leaves on the ground, the world seemed integrated as a whole. He felt as if he had stepped into a fairyland. The bonfire built on a pile of maple wood had long ceased burning, leaving behind star-like sparks and a wisp of smoke. By now, the forest was shrouded by a thin layer of frosty mist. It was as if it was putting on a thin layer of clothing on the maple leaves that covered the entire mountain. The cold wind emerged from the crevices of the canyon. It swept a wide-awake Ye Que, the mist shrouding the forest, as well as the frosted maple forest. The wind carried a fiery-red maple leaf to him.