The next morning, she and Jiang rose in their hotel rooms, and Yin dragged herself through breakfast. Damian and Gale had a new place where their old place had been. Their old traditional house was still traditional, but it had been expanded to four stories, and they had also purchased the adjacent land to accommodate the growth. The wooden floors were now spotless, and she was informed there was no housekeeper to make sure the two bachelors who still lived there together would not drown in chaos.

Housekeeper here or there, the table was still covered in paper, stacked on top of each other. But the floor was fine and no longer messy. Someone had gone through the trouble of putting the many, many books into shelves that reached the ceiling and were stacked, making it feel more like a library than a living room.

The atmosphere was enhanced by the large leather chairs and a small office table next to the oven, which also served as the central heating for the house.

"Toasts," Gale said, and yawned when he put plates on the table, followed by coffee when all of them gathered around the table.

A sip of goodness later, the two of them sipped, and Yin felt the breath of life returning to herself.

"You will be departing today?" Gale asked, and Jiang nodded.

"Yes." He agreed. "We will first be heading to Star Dou Forest for a small visit and then to Moon Pavilion."

"Moon Pavilion," Gale muttered before he grinned. "You planning on finally pursuing that goal of becoming an artist?"

"Nope." She popped the P. "Or rather, I'd like to, but alas, destiny is probably not so kind, and I haven't put in that much work to stop now and focus on being an artist instead of a spirit master. Won't stop me from passing by their art section either way, but we are planning to meet up with Tang San there."

"Tang San," Damian muttered. "What the hell is he doing there?" He muttered, I mean, he was never interested much in music and etiquette, much less into art.

"Apparently, we are meeting our aunt." She told him. "According to the letter and my father."

"Your Aunt?" Damian sounded surprised. "What has your Aunt got to do with the moon pavilion? Is she on my maternal side, I mean? I can hardly imagine a blacksmith to be related to a person around the moon pavilion. No offense intended, of course."

"Sometimes I wonder who the bigger snob is, you or Yu Hua," Yin muttered. "But either way, she is my father's sister, and her name is Tang Yuehua."

"The head of the moon pavilion!" Gale erupted, and Yin nodded.

"Yes," she said. "My father is not just a blacksmith...I mean, I didn't know either until somwhile ago, but he is Tang Hao, the Clear Sky Douluo."

Damian started counting. "The clear sky douluo?" he asked, and Yin nodded.

"Damn....heavens...seriously. Yin, you won't tell your dad that I kidna used you to threaten some blackmarket people, will you?"

"I won't worry. And even if he did find out about it, I'd make sure nothing happens. I am not close to my father. My brother is...I am not that good with him in general. Nor the entire haotien sect, or the rest of that side of the family." She said. "The only person I really have as family is my bro, and he is more than enough."

"I can understand," Gale said and then stood up to get another cup of coffee. "Do you know when the next time you pass by here will be. Sometime this year or maybe more next year?" He asked, and Yin blinked.

"More like next year, I want to try beforehand, but I don't know if I will be able to do so."

"I see. Then I'll assume you pass by in about six months so you can pick up your finished arm."

"Gotcha." She raised her thumb and then sipped more from her coffee.

"Try to stay safe when traveling," Damian told her. "The land is not as safe as it was before. I know you are powerful, but I worry nevertheless."

"I will. Don't worry about it. I have Jiang," she grinned and leaned against Jiang's shoulder, who was sitting next to her, closing her eyes. "I don't need to worry."

Jiang patted her head with his large hand, comfortable as he ruffled her hair. "Hey." She muttered. "I need to make that hair presentable, you know."

"More like I am making it presentable," Jiang said with mild amusement.

"Whoa." Damian interruped. "Stop feeding us dog food here. We are both single, that is just mean."

"Yeah, right." Gale agreed enthusiastically. "It is plain mean to rub under our noses your happiness."

"Ah, be quiet." Jiang retorted, "Get your own girlfriend, then you don't need to complain when I am spoiling mine."