At dusk, the Stream of Sword Washing reflected the sunset, looking like a red silk ribbon.
There was a commotion of excitement on the cliff. It was those monkeys who were having a good time there, though they had returned the sword to Xue Yong’e.
Many disciples were collecting their belongings, later going to the nine peaks to start their new life there.
In a cozy manor cave, young Yuan finished putting everything in his luggage. He couldn’t help but sigh when he saw Sister Yushan still feeling dejected.
"When you’re on Shangde Peak, listen to the masters, and don’t be a brat."
"I didn’t choose to go there," said Sister Yushan, full of resentment.
Thinking of those rumors, she felt somewhat frightened as she asked, "Is the Senior Master of Sword Justice really scary?"
Youth Yuan comforted her, "Since Big Brother Jing wants you to go there, it shouldn’t be a bad thing!"