The morning after their return from Eaststone Ridge, the Feilun Sect buzzed with hushed whispers and sidelong glances.
Word traveled fast—two outer disciples had not only resolved a disruption at a spiritual mine, with almost no big of a commotion at that.
Such tales rarely stayed quiet.
In the outer disciple courtyard, Tian Shen lounged atop the tiled roof of his residence, a skewer of grilled spirit chicken in one hand, courtesy of a very smug Little Mei who lay curled at his feet, nibbling on a spicy thigh bone.
"Feels good to be appreciated."
He murmured, tossing her another piece.
"Kyuu~, Kyuuu~!"
'And fed me! Don't forget I need to be fed!'
A sudden flicker of spiritual pressure approached. Tian Shen's eyes half-opened just as Feng Yin landed beside him with casual grace.
"You do realize the Inner Elders are asking about us now."
Feng Yin said, arms folded.