"How has Master arranged for the disciple?"
When Ji Yuan said this, the two had already returned to the pavilion at the mountain top.
At some point, Hua Yaoyue had hung the wind chime Ji Yuan bought on the first floor of the pavilion. The mountain wind here was stronger, causing the wind chime to ring more frequently.
Ji Yuan only listened for a moment and could feel it.
The sound of the wind chime calms the mind.
It was still Hua Yaoyue whose mind was unsettled.
Just like now, she came here not to write, nor to paint, but to sit by the cliff of this pavilion, blown by the distant clean and cold wind.
"I'll take your second senior brother and third senior sister away, leaving you and your eldest senior brother here at Cangluo Continent, to fend for yourselves, how about it?"
Hua Yaoyue looked at the surface of the lake and spoke without turning her head.
"That's fine, there are some matters that the disciple should face on his own."
These words may be spoken lightly.
