Days that became weeks that transformed into years of travel. Though the sects he visited knew his face, he dared not wear his sect’s robes. Though they knew his shame, none spoke of it, instead feting him when he arrived. For services rendered, sects and Elders opened libraries for Wu Ying’s perusal. Medicinal springs were closed off for him to soak within as he tempered his body. Gratitude was repaid, for those he had saved, lofty nobles and crippled outer sect members alike.
