The welcome of Master Rou, his wife, and his servants had gone well so far for the Framed Sun Sect, Yang observed. The atmosphere had relaxed upon seeing the man’s genial attitude, and the powerful cultivator had indulged Yang in allowing a recording. He had a small smile on his face; the kind that people got when watching those younger than them. It would have been a terribly insulting and condescending expression coming from anybody else, but Master Rou was a Spiritual Herb Master of the Cloudy Sword Sect—that he regarded them like youngsters to be indulged was actually a good outcome. A man did not look upon children with that expression if he intended to destroy them. It fit with all that was known about him. Benevolent, yet uninterested in having their submission. A massive existence, who allowed them to chart their own path. And though the Framed Sun were firmly the junior partner, Master Rou and his wife actually complimented them and looked like they meant it as an honour. So things were indeed going well. Their guests of honour were brought to the main pavilion, the one with the best view of the Peaks. “It is so very beautiful. I heard tales, and I saw Yun Ren’s images, but to see it for myself…?” Lady Meiling said with a sigh, her eyes set upon the sight of the Dueling Peaks. The sun was approaching its most spectacular view from the main pavilion, just before it was eclipsed by the gong, the Thunder of the Earth. “