She smiled almost imperceptibly, put away the wooden sword, and sat down on the stone bench beside her.
—Practicing swordsmanship.
—What is it?
The reply came instantly.
Nothing's wrong, I've missed you terribly after not seeing you for seven days.
Song Siyao suddenly realized that it had been seven days since he last saw her.
I've been receiving instruction from my master and fellow disciples every day, and haven't gone out for several days now.
Song Siyao pursed her lips and replied.
—Meet me at the lakeside pavilion outside the outer gate at dusk.
After replying, she put away the communication talisman and walked back to the open space to practice her fifty sword moves for the day.
I usually practice on my own, but not today.
I want to finish practice as soon as possible so I can see Song Tingwan sooner.
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evening.
The four students, who had just finished class, bumped into each other on the road. Baili Xijiang waved enthusiastically, "Come on! Let's eat together!"
The group of people who had been dining together for no apparent reason ended up together, but Wan Qiji refused their invitation and brought back the free food himself.
Amidst the bickering between Baili Xijiang and Qin Xi, dinner ended, and Baili Xijiang suggested that they take a stroll around the sect to digest their food.
Wan Qiji shook his head, carrying a large sword on his back, "I've accepted the mission."
Generally speaking, each new disciple only takes on missions to earn spirit stones after completing their studies, because the sect no longer provides these benefits after graduation, such as free meals.
However, there are also disciples like Wanqiji who are struggling financially and try to earn some spirit stones in their spare time when they are not in class.
After Wan Qiji left, Song Tingwan smiled and politely declined, saying, "I need to go find my sister."
The remaining two looked over, and Baili Xijiang thought for a moment and asked, "Your exceptionally talented sister, Jin Guang?"
He arrived later than them, and he clearly entered through the back door.
Song Tingwan smiled and nodded, "I'll go now. I'll introduce you two next time."
Especially after getting to know Wan Qiji.
She walked with graceful steps, and the two admirers stared at her back for a while before suddenly making eye contact.
The next moment, they all turned their heads away in disgust.
"snort."
The two rolled their eyes at each other and parted ways at the entrance of the dining hall.
Who wants to go for a walk with him?
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The lakeside pavilion at the outer gate.
As the sun sets in the evening, the Sword Inquiry Sect stands atop a high mountain, its nine peaks varying in height, majestic and boundless.
Water cascades down the lake, forming a waterfall, and the splashing water makes a loud, resounding noise that echoes through the sky.
The sound of water echoed throughout the small space. When Song Tingwan reached the lakeside pavilion, there were already people standing inside.
He stood with his sword on his back, his chest rising and falling slightly with each breath.
While waiting for her, he didn't forget to practice a set of sword techniques.
Song Tingwan raised an eyebrow and smiled lightly, "Si Yao."
As the sun set and the evening glow appeared, Song Siyao turned around and saw her approaching with a smile. Her ordinary azure-colored outer robe looked elegant on her.
His eyes, filled with the glow of the sunset, looked at her from afar and smiled. Song Siyao went out to greet him, her sharp defensiveness subconsciously disappearing completely.
Although she was four years older than Song Siyao, when they stood together, Siyao was half a head taller than her.
"...How have you been these past few days?"
Song Siyao spoke awkwardly in a muffled voice, but Song Tingwan's eyes lit up, "Siyao cares about me."
She pulled Song Siyao to sit down in the pavilion, and the two sisters looked at the lake view by the pavilion, having a rare moment to chat.
"Most of my fellow disciples are friendly, and I've made a few new friends. What about you? Have you given your gift yet? How are you getting along with your master and fellow disciples?"
"The gifts were given, and they liked them very much."
Song Tingwan smiled and said, "I'm glad you like it."
The stalactite she obtained with great effort—whether you say it was to win people over for her sister's sake or not—people who get something good are unlikely to deliberately make things difficult for her.
"I'll give you the extra, but I'll keep one for myself. There are four of us in the sect, and my second senior brother hasn't returned yet."
Knowing how valuable the gift was, Song Siyao, who had intended to send it all out as she had instructed, did not do so.
Song Tingwan shook her head in disagreement, "What's prepared for you is yours, there's no reason to take it back. Besides, it's not limited to giving it to disciples, just give it to those who are on good terms with you or are decent people."
Although she herself was initially reluctant to make friends, as her older sister, she wished her to have more friends.
"I only know my master and senior brother." Song Siyao pursed her lips, her dark eyes filled with a self-righteous indignation.
"Tsk, whatever, whatever." Song Tingwan shook her head helplessly.
That's good too. Without the influence of external things, making true friends is the best thing.
"What did your second senior brother do? I heard that he is from the Rakshasa clan, and he is fierce and has a bad temper. He was supposed to be imprisoned, but Lord Yanshan is kind-hearted and took him under his wing to teach him carefully."
Song Siyao had never met the person before, only heard Yun Qian mention him a few times.
"It seems there's nothing as scary as the rumors suggest; I don't know about anything else."
Seeing her interest, Song Siyao tried hard to recall what Yun Qian had said, "Second Senior Brother went out... to Longyuan to fight with the dragon."
Song Tingwan was taken aback, then clicked her tongue in surprise.
"Looking for a dragon to fight? Your second senior brother is so fierce."
As everyone knows, dragons are tough and thick-skinned. Forget about fighting magic, their scales are invulnerable to swords and spears, which is a real headache.
Song Siyao nodded thoughtfully, "Eldest brother said that apart from those powerful figures who are reluctant to fight him because of Master, second brother has already fought his way through the Six Realms without being defeated. Hearing that the Dragon Clan is powerful, he went to search for the Dragon's whereabouts with great interest."
She spoke slowly, her expression calm but her envy undisguised.
Song Tingwan twitched her lips, took her hand and said seriously, "I know you want to become stronger, and I know you are very strong in cross-level competitions, but all the fights you fought in the past were paved with blood. Your cultivation could not keep up with your fighting spirit, and you always paid the price of burning yourself."
"Now that you're in the sect, you need to cultivate diligently and raise your cultivation level to a level equal to your combat experience. Put away those reckless fighting techniques."
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