C45 Falling Rain

As Xiaonuo arrived back home, a buzz of activity stirred at the entrance of Ping Mountain City. A group of West Sword Pavilion disciples from the Myriad Sword Sect surrounded Wang Sheng and a proud, white-bearded elder with a sword cradled in his arms. Trailing behind them was a procession of strapping men bearing a variety of gifts.

After a lengthy absence, Wang Sheng sat astride his horse