Mo Hua stayed up all night, drafting a rough plan.
Time was short, unable to achieve perfection, but it was generally acceptable.
As it stands, three days from now, it will be the day of the Sword Discussion Conference.
The progress of another arrangement was also almost complete.
The next day, Mo Hua got up early, sat on his bed, draped in the morning glow, as usual practiced for a while, then got up and went to the small study outside the Disciple's Residence.
The study was serene, water rippling gently.
Big White lay outside, yawning, utterly bored.
Mo Hua approached and gently stroked the big dog's head, whispering, "Has the Sect Leader gotten up yet?"
Big White shook his head.
The study was silent, and Mo Hua did not wish to rashly disturb the Sect Leader, so he sat down by the big dog, stroking its soft white fur around its neck, while waiting for the Sect Leader to rise.
