It was almost two weeks after this conversation had taken place that a paper crane fluttered above Qiu Ling’s face. At that moment, he was spending time with Jing Yi at the bank of a small lake, reveling in the wonders of love. Actually, he was just lazily lying there with his head resting on Jing Yi’s lap while his beloved was still working hard on his cultivation. In any case, that paper crane was an ugly annoyance in this blissful atmosphere.

Qiu Ling glared at the thing and swatted it away like a fly. The poor paper crane landed in the lush grass with one of its wings crumpled. Qiu Ling didn’t even look. He closed his eyes again and just enjoyed his time with Jing Yi.

Mn … He sighed in satisfaction. Ah, life could actually be so perfect.

The sun sent warm rays down to them, a slight breeze ruffled the surface of the lake, making light sounds that nearly lulled him to sleep. And most importantly there was his beloved at his side. There really wasn’t anything else he could wish for.

"Don’t you want to see what message you got?" Jing Yi stopped cultivating and gently combed through Qiu Ling’s hair. After realizing his feelings in the time he had been separated from him and then also being allowed to take a glimpse at a completely unexpected side of Qiu Ling in his inner self after that, the two of them had grown much closer. Jing Yi certainly didn’t mind indulging this lover of his. In any case, they would get married soon. "What if it’s important?"

Qiu Ling cracked his eyes open. "How could it be more important than you, my love?" Qiu Ling started sweet-talking him instantly. After a whole year of practice, he felt like his skills had gone up. Unfortunately, Jing Yi’s resistance had done the same. At first, he had still been able to make him blush but now … Ah, it was a pity.

"Let’s just continue with your cultivation. Haven’t you nearly broken through? If all goes well, we should be able to return to the sect in a few weeks." He smiled and sat up half-way. "Aren’t you thrilled, my love?"

Jing Yi returned the smile. "You should still have a look. Maybe it’s from the sect."

"Mn." Since his beloved wanted him to, he would take a quick glance. After that, they could continue in this blissful state.

Qiu Ling lifted his hand and with a wink of his fingers, the message was blown right over. He unfurled the paper crane. The message inside was short: 'Bring that boy back to the sect. Zhangsun Xun Yi'

Qiu Ling stared at the characters. Uh …

"What is it?" Jing Yi would have liked to take a look at the message himself but … he could only frown. Unfortunately, he still didn’t know how to read. Thus, he could only wait for Qiu Ling to explain.

Qiu Ling was equally frowning but he didn’t give a direct answer. "Say, my love … Zhangsun Xun Yi … Who is that person again?"

Jing Yi stared at him in a daze. "Huh?"

"You also don’t know?" Qiu Ling furrowed his brows even further. How come some random person sent him a message? Had they gotten the wrong address?

Jing Yi rubbed his ear, wondering if he had heard wrong. "I’m sorry, what did you say?"

"Who is Zhangsun Xun Yi? Do we know him?" Qiu Ling looked doubtfully at the message. He felt like he had heard that name somewhere before but … where could that have been?

"Qiu Ling …" Jing Yi rested a hand against his forehead. What should he do with this man?

"Yes, my love?" Qiu Ling threw the message aside and hugged Jing Yi to his chest. "You want to continue with your cultivation, right? Mn, it’s not a problem. Let’s just ignore this thing. Who knows which basta—"

Jing Yi hurriedly clasped a hand over Qiu Ling’s mouth. "Sh! How can you say something like that?" He looked around as if he was afraid that the so-called 'bastard' would show up.

Qiu Ling took advantage of the situation and planted a kiss on the palm of Jing Yi’s hand.

"Qiu Ling, stop it." Jing Yi took his hand back and shook his head. This guy was hopeless! "You really don’t remember the name Zhangsun Xun Yi?" Well, he probably shouldn’t be surprised. Qiu Ling likely hadn’t remembered it the moment they stepped out of the Yun Zou Sect.

Just as expected, Qiu Ling shook his head.

"That’s Grandmaster Zhangsun! Your Master!"

Qiu Ling raised his brows. "Oh." So it was that guy. "Well, you can’t blame me. When he took me in he threw me into some dimension because he didn’t want to deal with me. And after that, I already went to search for the ingredients for the Amethyst Lightning Pill and finally left the sect with you. We’ve probably only spoken four or five times with each other. How should I have remembered his name?"

Jing Yi sighed. There was no helping it. "Anyway, what does he say?"

Qiu Ling blinked his eyes. His beloved hadn’t seen the message? Then maybe … His gaze slipped from side to side before it returned to Jing Yi’s face. "He said he misses me terribly and couldn’t find a better disciple than me so far. Ah, he really is so affectionate." Qiu Ling sighed as if he was touched deeply by his Master’s words.

Jing Yi looked at him for a moment and then scratched his cheek. Apparently, his fiance thought he was easy to dupe. He should probably shatter that thought immediately or it would only bring trouble. "Qiu Ling, I know you don’t remember names well but reading such a message, you should have known who the sender is. So do you want to tell me the truth about what your Master wrote or would you rather want me to think my fiance is an idiot?"

Qiu Ling who had thought he had had a brilliant idea, instantly collapsed. It seemed he wouldn’t get around telling the truth.