The rain outside the window had thinned considerably, perhaps because there were no more secrets left to shroud, and the remaining cold and rain merely served as a backdrop to highlight the warmth from the fire stone in the girlās palm.
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Inside the room, Xu Changāan and Li Zhibai chatted idly.
Li Zhibai was astonished by Xu Changāanās peculiar connection to the rain, but she did not inquire further.
Approaching the Qiankun Realm, she still couldnāt discern the true nature of the rainwater, yet Xu Changāan could easily resist it. There was too much to discuss here, and it was far from as simple as it seemed.
At the very least, she began to believe that Xu Changāanās origins were extraordinary, likely an Immortal Reincarnation.
...
Xu Changāan realized Li Zhibai always talked about inconsequential matters rather than the main issue, which unexpectedly made him feel relieved.
Sir asked him about Yun Qian, expressing great interest by frequently referring to her as his sister... At least this showed that Yun Qianās elixir field issue could likely be resolved with a mere wave of Sirās hand.
Now, this pair of teacher and student both held their own thoughts.
"Sigh."
Xu Changāan sighed and said helplessly after hearing Li Zhibaiās words, "The opportunity you granted..."
He didnāt clarify what he meant, but Li Zhibai naturally understood his implication.
She indeed gave Yun Qian an opportunity, but it ended up becoming just a box of rouge, and considering Xu Changāanās personality of spending a spirit stone as if splitting it into two, itās already a good state of mind that he isnāt feeling distressed fetching Yun Qian now.
Listening to Xu Changāanās sigh, Li Zhibai sat by the table, gently grinding ink, and said casually, "Heartache?"
"Of course." Xu Changāan looked at the exceedingly ordinary longsword on the table and truthfully said, "As a sword cultivator, Iāve always wanted a good sword as a student."
"You really are blunt." Li Zhibai paused her hand holding the Mo Stone, glanced back at the young man behind her, and said somewhat helplessly, "It was a gift for your sisterās first meeting, whatever she wants suits her best."
Xu Changāan coughed lightly, "Youāre right."
Li Zhibai turned around but instead of grinding ink anymore, she said, "What, not thinking about owing me a favor anymore?"
"Sir allowed me to enter the gate, discussing favors now would be unnecessarily formal." Xu Changāan earnestly said.
He knew a bit about the Daoist Nunās temperament too; Yun Qian being called sister naturally means she wouldnāt want to hear such distant words.
Speaking of which, Xu Changāan blinked, "Still, like I said before, Iāve already owed Sir much, lacking just this one."
"..." Li Zhibai had a touch of helplessness between her brows.
Actually, seeing the strange connection between Xu Changāan and the rainwater, and considering the Sect Leaderās attitude towards him, Li Zhibai thought the title Immortal Reincarnation was not unwarranted, yet it was indeed very difficult for her to associate this youth she had personally trained with any Immortal.
"Alright, I know you need a good sword." Li Zhibai affectionately glanced at Xu Changāan, stood up, and tossed the Mo Stone in her hand to Xu Changāan, "Grind ink, as for the sword... Iāll keep an eye out for you."
She had granted Xu Changāan entry and now acknowledged Yun Qian as a sister, truly not favoring one over the other.
"At your command." Xu Changāan took the Mo Stone, eyes displaying some surprise; he hadnāt expected Sir to be so agreeable.
Sure enough, as a recognized student, the treatment was distinct.
Xu Changāan walked to where Li Zhibai had just been sitting and gently rubbed the ink stone on the ink slab, with ink gradually forming.
Behind him, Li Zhibai took a light brush and skillfully twirled it between her fingers.
"Sir." Xu Changāan watched as the ink gradually turned clear water black, and asked, "You light the oil lamp, use mortal ink, wear cloth garments, could it also be considered cultivation?"
Thinking back to Zhu Pingniang being a Madam in Beisang City, Xu Changāan was highly curious.
"Cultivation? It should count, I suppose."
"Suppose?"
"What, went to the Hundred Herbs Garden and think I canāt teach you now?" Li Zhibai sternly said.
"Certainly not." Xu Changāan calmly replied, "Though the senior brothers and sisters at the Hundred Herbs Garden donāt know Sirās abilities, I as a student am aware of a few."
"What abilities could I have." Li Zhibai walked behind Xu Changāan, dipped the white bristle in ink, and let the stroke fall smoothly and swiftly.
When it landed on the paper, a straight line emerged onto the white paper.
Xu Changāan looked at the stark black and white line in front, wondering if Sir specifically ground ink merely to draw a line?
"Do you know what I want to tell you?" Li Zhibai asked.
"A foolish student." Xu Changāan shook his head.
"You know...my name now, donāt you." Li Zhibai suddenly said.
Xu Changāan hesitated for a moment before nodding; the question he had always wanted to ask but couldnāt had been cleared by Yun Qian within an hour.
"Howās that?" Li Zhibai asked.
Howās what?
Xu Changāan was bewildered again, not understanding Li Zhibaiās intention.
Was she asking about the name?
After pondering for a long time, Xu Changāan looked at the "distinct black and white" on the paper and seriously said, "Knowing White and Guarding Black...is the Tao you taught me, from which Iāve greatly benefited."
Recalling the first time he fought robbers, Sir had told him good and evil were distinctions of stance and identity markers, just like between demons and humans.
At that time, Xu Changāan felt calling Li Zhibai Sir was a very fortunate thing.
...
Listening to Xu Changāanās words, Li Zhibai blinked more frequently.
Honestly.
Ever since seeing Xu Changāan ignore the ubiquitous rainwater, although he behaved no differently than before, Li Zhibaiās mind was still in turmoil.
The things Shi Qingjun could conceive, she also could.