Qingluo Peak Daoist temple, inner meditation chamber.
In front of the stone wall where Su Jian had closed himself off, An Zhisu kneeled on a meditation cushion, eyes closed in prayer, her lips moving slightly.
After a long while, she stood up and began to clean the chamber.
Once the cleaning was finished, An Zhisu left the meditation chamber and went back into the temple.
From the main hall, Lin Duanshan's laughter could be heard:
"...Ling Yunpo, so it was you causing mischief. That day when Senior Sister An suddenly became so talkative, I had thought she was just being cryptic," he laughed.
"Say no more." Ling Yunpo appeared somewhat helpless, "I don't understand why everyone always assumes the worst about her. My senior sister has never done anything against heaven or reason, so how has she become a person of heinous crimes?"
"Could it be that in the Shushan Shangqing Faction, having overly powerful swordsmanship is also not allowed?"