The feel of summer grew more and more tangible. The weather grew hotter by the day and the wind felt warm and damp.
It was unclear if the people of Dayuan City missed the wind and snow that had happened unexpectedly. Anyhow, the bamboo chair was seen less often under the corridor.
As all the flowers in the lotus pond had bloomed, Bu Qiuxiao finished repairing the chasm of the sea and came to the Three-Thousand Nunnery by riding on the Diligent Study Boat.
He was a true Saint. Normally, the Green Mountain Sect would have received him warmly; but for some reason, or by the request of Bu Qiuxiao himself, the Immortal Guangyuan and Nan Wang were absent at the Three-Thousand Nunnery.
Bu Qiuxiao looked scruffier than the Young Zen Master. His cotton cloth was dirty, as if it were dyed black.
Liu Shisui received his Teacher. Then he got the towel, warm water and new cloth ready as quickly as he could.