Shangyuan Tao, Mount Qing Ancient City.
Chang Qingyu is seated cross-leg on the roof of her meditation room, beside her silent master, 'Tian Mingzi'. He confessed his disguise and is now lazily sunbathing on the rooftop, hasn't touched a roast goose in two days.
This is good news for Chang Qingyu, who as nearly a hundred years old, has finally managed to ditch the greasy food and return to being a pleasantly fragrant young lady.
But there was also bad news.
These two days, Chang Qingyu was restless, unable to concentrate on practising her Sword Intention, unsatisfied with her master's teaching philosophy that 'cultivation depends on oneself' and even more suspicious of her master's true identity.
"Master, the tree wishes for peace but the wind continues to blow. I can't calm my mind," Chang Qingyu opened her eyes and sighed deeply at Lu Bei.