The autumn dew over the lake had yet to fade even as the morning sun dimly appeared over the horizon. Li Qinghong stepped out of the great hall, and the sword-bearing Li Xijun approached her.0

He said quietly, "All families may see clearly with the autumn dew filling the lake, but news of mourning should still be sent to all. Report to the Ning Family in the Azure Pond Sect, then pass word to Yi Mountain, the five prefectures, and even the cultivators along the riverbank. My lord preserved Jiangnan single-handedly, and such grace must be swiftly consolidated."1

Li Qinghong nodded and instructed him to proceed. Li Xizhi stepped forward lightly and continued, "I’ll handle the news to the Azure Pond Sect. I’ll set off in three days, after observing the proper rites…"0

He paused,...0