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“ORRRAAA!!” Gan Guangli’s bellow echoed through the valley.

From above, Ling Qi saw him wrap his enlarged arms around the trunk of a squirming pine, ignoring the lashing branches clattering against his armor. He leapt, ripping grasping roots from the earth, and slammed the canopy backward over his shoulder with a thunderous crack, shattering branches and cracking the trunk.

The tree, now buried upside down in the dirt, its roots wriggling like frantic wooden worms, thrashed all the harder as a spray of boiling venom coated it from top to bottom and it began to burn.

Ling Qi reflexively rubbed her ear with her palm, despite the fact that its cries were wholly spiritual.

All around were shattered and burned stumps, and already, disciples were digging them out with tools and techniques.

“Everything going smoothly?” Ling Qi called out, alighting on top of Zhengui’s shell.

“Just a momentary inconvenience, Miss Ling!” Gan Guangli called back, dusting the splinters from his gauntlets. “This copse was quite recalcitrant!”

“Hmph. Stupid trees dared reject the kindness of I, Zhen,” her little brother scoffed from above her. “Now they see their error!”

“It would have been nice if they listened,” Gui said.

“You’ve been talking to the tree spirits?” Ling Qi asked.

“Uh huh. Gui has gotten many to move!” her little brother chirped.

She followed his gaze to the workers around. Here and there, she saw trees that were being carried by teams of disciples, their roots removed rather more carefully from the dirt. Along the road, she saw others that had already been replanted with new loam gathered around the base of their trunks.

“Sir Zhengui has been most helpful,” Gan Guangli praised. “He has grown quite well since last year, hasn’t he?”

“He really has,” Ling Qi said fondly, reaching up to stroke Zhen’s eye ridges.

Zhen preened.

“Gui is having fun. The other road people are very nice. They do not mind answering Gui’s questions,” his other half said cheerfully. “Mister Gan is funny, too.”

“Is he now?” Ling Qi gave Gan Guangli an amused look. Below her, Gui began to trundle forward, making room for workers to come and clear the debris of their brief battle

“I am merely doing my duty in keeping spirits up.” Gan Guangli chuckled, falling in beside Zhengui, and he began to shrink from stride to stride, returning to a human height. “Sir Zhengui has had many stories to tell of the Inner Sect.”

“It has been quite a year.” Ling Qi had spent enough time brooding like an overgrown crow for now.

Sixiang teased in her head.

“It has,” Gan Guangli agreed. “Ah, might I ask how Miss Su is fairing?”

Ling Qi tilted her head curiously. She had hoped that Su Ling might make friends with the Cai remnants in the Outer Sect, but this was the first time she had heard of these two knowing each other.

Sixiang whispered.

“She’s adjusting. Last I heard, she was finishing up her calligraphy lessons,” Ling Qi said. “It’s been a bit difficult to find time to talk to her, thanks to our schedules.”

“I see,” Gan Guangli said, stroking his chin. “Unfortunate. Miss Su can forget to take care of herself sometimes, I think.”

“You’re not wrong,” Ling Qi agreed.

“Crescent Lady is a grouch, but she is not mean. Gui hopes that she is doing okay,” Gui said.

“Why the road work, Gan Guangli?” Ling Qi asked.

“I think it is where I am best positioned,” he replied thoughtfully. “And as we are currently auxiliary, that is the best I can do. I may as well act to protect those most likely to need it.”

“I would have expected you to stick to Lady Cai’s side,” Ling Qi admitted. Even if the girl was deep in the center of the camp, receiving instruction from General Xia on her bladework, she would have thought Gan Guangli would take advantage of this opportunity to spend more time with Renxiang.

“There is little I can contribute to the bladework lessons,” he said. “Though I will enjoy taking my evening refreshment at her side. There is much for me to be caught up on.” Gan Guangli shook his head, the shadow of a troubled expression vanishing from his features. “Regardless! Miss Ling, you should be most proud of Sir Zhengui. He has taken to this work with great talent. It seems he has a natural head for geomantic principles.”

“I, Zhen, am naturally talented,” Zhen said proudly.

“Once Gui figured out that all the big words were just talking about making the funny lines look right, it was easy,” Gui said guilessly. Zhen gave him a dirty look.

“Is this something you’re interested in, Zhengui?” Ling Qi asked.

“I, Zhen, think that we could fix the garden if we understood better,” Zhen hissed self-consciously.

“Garden?” Gan Guangli asked.

“Something we’re working on together,” Ling Qi answered. “A little joint cultivation project.”

“Ah, how wonderful!” Gan Guangli boomed. “I am sure it will be a beautiful sight!”

Ling Qi remembered the mud slide and smiled a little stiffly.

“Yes, it will be very pretty,” Gui said determinedly.

Ling Qi immediately felt bad for her doubt.

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