Chu Zhiyuan sat alone by the stone table, sipping tea thoughtfully.
Zhou Qingyu floated over, her face pale, shrouded in a chill.
"Master," she said crisply, filling Chu Zhiyuan's teacup.
Chu Zhiyuan nodded: "After your heart settles down, does your progress accelerate?"
"Yes." Zhou Qingyu's eyes immediately lit up: "It's truly marvelous. The less anxious I am to move forward, the faster I progress!"
Chu Zhiyuan smiled slightly: "This is the wonder of the mental state. Carefully experience its subtleties; it will greatly benefit your future cultivation."
"Yes." Zhou Qingyu solemnly nodded, then sat opposite Chu Zhiyuan: "Master, I don't think the Palace Master will agree."
"Oh—?" Chu Zhiyuan chuckled: "Why won't she agree?"
"Because, Master, you are a man," Zhou Qingyu said, "Actually, all the senior sisters in the palace resist men, they loathe them intensely."
Chu Zhiyuan slowly nodded.
