Liu Shuang was much more composed than before. The two little girls beside her were the nominal disciples she had selected at the apprenticeship ceremony at the end of last year.
The two were cousins and, as it happened, were distantly related to Wang Ping's second martial brother, Liu Zixiu. One was named Liu Ling, a descendant of Liu Zixiu's from a later generation, and the other was named Zhao Yu'Er.
When the two girls performed their bows with practiced formality, Yu Lian found it particularly amusing. She deliberately flew down from the eaves on a cloud, circling the two children and giving them quite a fright.
Watching the two children, Wang Ping couldn't help but recall the scene when his master, Yu Cheng Taoist, had brought Liu Shuang and Yang Zhiping up the mountain. Back then, Liu Shuang had been reluctant, yet now her Dao Heart was firm. Meanwhile, the ever-steady Yang Zhiping had remained in the mortal world.
"Care to join me for a cup?"
