Late at night, atop the main peak of Flowing Flower Island, on a cliff.
The bright moon suspended in the sky, leaving the cliff especially cold and clear.
Ning Daoran sat cross-legged, surrounded by wisps of the Evergreen Technique, easily cultivating wherever he was, his choice of location for cultivation had become utterly casual.
"Master."
Sui Zhuyue, in a tea-green long dress, stood far behind him while the later generations of the Sui Family, Sui Rufen, stood respectfully at a distance, not daring to approach.
"Zhuyue."
Ning Daoran opened his eyes and said indifferently, "You have followed me in cultivation for a full cycle of sixty years. During this time, I have treated you well and have lived up to my promise to Fellow Daoist Sui Xuan. From now on, your future is for you to decide. Do you understand what I mean?"
"Yes..."
