Darkness thickened in the shabby house. Ye Su looked at him, smiling and saying, "I've learned some from your Senior Brother before, so I should teach you. But you'll have to pay for it. What do you want to learn?"
Ning Que looked at the bowl in his hand, in which the water looked like wine. After a moment of silence, he started to tell the stories that had happened since last autumn.
The snow fell like a light curtain hanging over the city wall. The Abbey Dean met thousands of cutlasses in the city. The snow burnt in the air, burning out a hole, revealing a piece of blue sky. And Ning Que wrote a character in the blue sky.
Ye Su was now an ordinary person, an outsider of to the cultivation world. He might have missed lots of things, but he had been informed of the Abbey Dean's breaking into Chang'an by the Sword Garret long ago.