MHM Table of Contents
My Hermit Master Contents
At the Mad Tiger Peak, Jianshi and Jianjin knelt in the head disciple’s office, their heads hanging low as their Shizun slammed a stack of written complaints on the table.
From the window, Xie Li could see the busy harbour.
On a bright moonlit night, a young Di Mie followed the path down the mountain.
The entire harbour and the streets around it were restricted entry; only cultivators were allowed past the barricades.
The rescued women sat in the wagon, huddled against each other and already warming up and chatting with each other, all relieved to be safe.
Xie Li stared at the food on the table for a while, then stood up.
“Mie’er!” Xie Li called out to the familiar figure before him.
“Sister Ye,” greeted Di Mie as he walked into the hall of the Mad Tiger Peak.
Jianshi and Jianjin made their way up the footpath the woodcutter said he often took. As they neared the abandoned temple, the stone path leading up the gentle slope looked well maintained.
It was a long night, but an even longer morning.