Xiao Mo settled in at Weiwei's home.
At first, Xiao Mo hadn't wanted to stay at Madam Wang's home.
After all, she was a widow. It felt rather improper for a man like him to live in her home.
But upon hearing Xiao Mo's polite refusal, Madam Wang simply smiled.
"In the years since my husband's passing, I've been the subject of countless rumors. People will point and whisper behind my back even if I do nothing at all. I've long grown accustomed to it.
However, what matters is that my own conscience is clear.
As long as I have nothing to be ashamed of, that is all that matters."
Hearing Madam Wang's words and seeing her candid expression, Xiao Mo dropped the pretenses. He settled into the courtyard to await the arrival of the cultivators from Fengye City.
During the two days he stayed in Madam Wang's courtyard, Xiao Mo spent his time meditating and comprehending the way of the blade.
