At dawn, I got up, grooming myself and remembering the previous night’s thunderstorm and Qing Lin’s words. I concluded that Qing Lin would be wasted as a weather forecaster!
Today, I finally learned the “Lady’s Sword Technique.” Nai Nanny said I was the fastest learner among her disciples. I was incredibly proud—of course I learned faster; I’m a 21st-century new human!
After a while, Grandfather Yue walked over, sat down with us, and lovingly patted my head. “Girl, you indeed have a talent for martial arts. Would you like to develop at Huashan Sect?” I shook my head: “No, Grandfather Yue. I have important matters to attend to. I didn’t come here to learn martial arts, but to inquire about someone’s whereabouts.”
Nai Nanny smiled kindly, “Who? Tell Nanny, and I’ll definitely help you.” I nodded, “I was entrusted by the former Beggar Clan leader to help him find his son who went missing during the chaotic war over a decade ago. We’ve searched various sects but found no clues.” I sighed.
Grandfather Yue stood with his hands behind his back, shaking his head. “Alas! Girl, I don’t know whether to say you’re foolish or slow! You shouldn’t be constrained to finding the young clan leader’s whereabouts but should inquire about the Beggar Clan’s chaotic war from over a decade ago.”
I was speechless. This was the first time someone called me stupid or confused.
Grandma Ning saw my puzzled expression, held my hands, and patiently explained that the Beggar Gang’s internal conflict with the Demon Cult ended in a stalemate, and the Beggar’s Gang leader’s son had gone missing. Many martial arts practitioners knew that he had been captured by the Demon Cult.
I realized it was the Demon Cult that led me on this fruitless search. Still, I politely said, “Thank you, Grandpa Yue, Grandma Ning. I won’t forget your help! You’ve done me a great favor!”
Grandpa Yue and Grandma Ning looked at me, doting and smiling.
