Leaving Home

Although it was not her first time leaving the Celestial Dragon Sect, it was the first time Anji was using a horse carriage. Over the last three years, Anji had sneaked out of the sect with her father a few more times using the shortcut. However, her little trips to the village at the base of the mountain could not compare to this three-week-long travel to her shifu's sect.

Sitting directly in front of her was her second brother, whom she had not seen in a year. Mingshen was now as tall as Gu Ying's shoulder when he stood. He did not make much cultivation progress in the three years that Anji spent practising. However, he had grown to become more dignified than before. The thirteen-year-old teen dressed like a rich young master with a painting hobby. The folded paper fan he always carried around was created by himself. Anji loved the painting of the white cranes on it. Coincidentally, it was her older brother's main martial art.