Li Qinghong and Ling Yanzi discussed some matters of recent years. Ling Yanzi, gentle and without airs, stroked his snowy white beard and smiled:
"But I must ask… does your noble clan have any young ones of suitable age and talent who might come to cultivate upon my peak… I, the old one, am forbidden to leave the sect, and the disciples atop this peak are ever so few. The Taoist lineage stands in peril…"
"Junior remembers this, and shall search upon returning to the clan."
Li Qinghong nodded, not lingering long in this place. She took her leave of Ling Yanzi and rose upon the wind. Yet outside the peak, amidst the clouds, stood a woman—none other than Shen Yanqing—who beamed with a gentle smile and spoke in a soft voice:
"Let me escort Senior out."
She stood atop a flying shuttle shaded in azure and violet, and said quietly:
"Our Shen Family has long heard the renowned name of your clan. Should opportunity arise, I would surely visit with my father."
"Good!"
