The Sacred Grounds, Part III

They arrived at the Sacred Grounds early the next morning. It was a small mountain surrounded by trees. The Zhang Jian Tang set down just outside of the small forest, and the group proceeded to trek through it.

“Are you okay, Jian Wu? You seem distracted,” Hou Jingshu said.

“Master is thinking about his talk with the ice lady last night,” announced Yōuměi.

“Ice lady?” Hou Jingshu’s brows furrowed. “You don’t mean Mei Xilan?”

“No, not her. I was talking to Hua Xue. I couldn’t sleep last night and went outside. She bumped into me and we had a small chat,” Wu Jian explained.

“About what?”

“Apparently, women of the Ice Phoenix Sect are just as thirsty as normal women,” Wu Jian said.

“Huh?” Hou Jingshu made confused people noises.

Wu Jian shook his head. “It was about how women of the Ice Phoenix Sect still have emotions like normal people, but they cannot express them because of their cultivation. It was an enlightening conversation.”