Su Ci was often quite frustrated. He couldn't understand how he'd ended up with such an unreliable woman for a master. He'd rather freeze to death, fall to his death, starve to death, or die any other way deep in the mountains. Anything was better than following that woman around the world and making a fool of himself.
Later... Well, later...
He decided making a fool of himself all over the world wasn't so bad after all. No one would pay them any attention anyway.
Liu Yuanxiang often dreamed of the night she left Yuqing Sect. The flames at the Twelve Sword Pavilion burned on and on, consuming her past. In the bitter winter when she shed her old skin, changed her face, and learned to live as herself, she told the child nearly frozen to death in the mountains what the word
