"Then we should make sure the town's vendors are doing well," Bai Li said. "It would be irresponsible to ignore an important local industry."
Lu Wenshu lowered his head again. If he allowed himself to smile, he suspected that both Matriarchs would notice.
After the elders left, Yan Cijin remained seated for a little longer. She watched the sun rise above the courtyard and the first disciples cross the stone paths below. There was something satisfying about seeing the sect begin its day. Mount Hua was not simply a collection of buildings or a source of martial prestige. It was made up of people who worked, studied, worried, argued, laughed, and grew older under its protection. It mattered to her that they had a place to return to at night.
Bai Li came to stand beside her. "What are you thinking?"
"That the council was less troublesome than I expected."
"You expected trouble?"
