No time to lose, although it's still daytime, Wang Wu quickly snuck outside the village. He already knew Madam Jiayan's routine well.
She was a great teacher. Besides her daily morning cultivation practices, in the afternoon, she would teach her two daughters cultivation Daoist techniques.
He often thought he could be an auditor but never had the opportunity.
Right now, on a hillside outside the village, you could see the two little girls playing in a small grove, their favorite place. Every afternoon, they'd chase butterflies, catch bugs, pick mushrooms, and pick wildflowers here, giggling and rolling around like two little wild boys.
As for the lady, she would either sit in the window of the small building, gaze at the distant mountains, and daydream quietly, or play a tune on the zither, or still daydream, with a faint trace of gloom on her face, never seen her cultivating.
