Yijun's father arrived on a Tuesday afternoon in the third month, which Lihua had decided the universe really did prefer for significant deliveries.He had traveled from Chenzhou alone, which was a three-day journey for a man of his age who was not a cultivator and who had not, as far as she knew, made any journey longer than two days in several years. She thought about that on the walk down to meet him at the base of the mountain path — a man of sixty who had not traveled far in years getting on the road alone to come and see his son.She had gone down alone to meet him. Yijun had wanted to come and she had said no, go and put the kettle on, I will walk him up. He had looked at her for a moment and then said alright.She found Wen Daqing — Yijun's father — at the bottom of the mountain path looking up at the peaks with the expression of a man who has heard about a place and is now trying to reconcile the description with the reality.'It is big,' he said, when she reached him.'Yes,'
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