Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty-Five: Promise
The mother and son peaks of Tianyuan Mountain stood tall and verdant,
On the mother peak, one could barely discern figures, wielding swords and traversing the distant summit, then soaring to the sky only to descend once more.
The son peak was fully occupied by layer upon layer of majestic buildings, with countless flying beasts rising and falling amidst them.
Zhuyuan Pavilion, where the Sect Master's family resided, was a rare tranquil territory within the gates of the Sword Sect.
Birdsong and cicadas vibrated through the air, the lush green bamboo rustled, and the clear streams babbled, bringing with them the desolation of deep autumn and fluttering leaves.
The sound of lotus boots treading on fallen leaves was accompanied by the soft voice of a young woman as two figures followed the winding stone path into the deep mountains.
"... actually, your master had his considerations for not taking you to the Imperial Capital, don't be so angry with him."