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.
"Even here, you're becoming a bit of a celebrity."
Tian Shen smirked.
