Reminisce the Forgotten Days ~ Return of the Mount Hua Sect

chapter 7

Moyong Yue sat quietly in the main temple of the Moyong Family, taking a slow sip of her tea. It had been a while since she had visited here, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of homesickness as she looked around.

She watched as her grandmother sat across from her, her eyes closed as she savored the tea in her hands. Moyong Yue took another sip of her own, trying to calm the nerves that had been rattling around in her stomach since the earlier incident.

Moyong Yue's grandmother was usually a woman of few words, choosing to let her actions speak for her. She was a kind and gentle soul, known throughout the sect for her wisdom and compassion. Moyong Yue was grateful to have her as a guide, and she knew that she could always rely on her for support and advice. 

Despite feeling a sense of comfort in her grandmother's presence, Moyong Yue still couldn't shake the feelings of guilt and shame from the earlier situation. She couldn't help but wonder if she could have done more to stop the conflict before it escalated.

She took another slow sip of her tea, determined to try to let go of the uneasiness that was still gnawing at her. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the scent of incense and the sound of the temple's calm environment.

For a moment, it seemed as though everything would be alright, and that she could finally take a step back from the tension and anger that had been consuming her all day. Moyong Yue knew that, despite everything, she was still grateful for the opportunity to be surrounded by the Moyong Family and everything that came with that. She took another slow sip of her tea, feeling the warmth spreading through her body and hoping that, soon, she would be able to put the earlier incident behind her and move forward with her life.

Moyong Yue firmly sets her teacup down on the table with a heavy thump, feeling the weight of her actions from earlier weighing heavily on her mind. "I'm sorry, Grandma..." she says, lowering her eyes. "I shouldn't have lashed out at Moyong Jing... I just got so mad when he pulled my hair..."

Moyong Ri sets her own tea cup down softly, her eyes meeting Moyong Yue's with empathy. "Yes, children will always fight, it's true," she says with a soft sigh. "But you must use restraint. Punching him in the face isn't the answer."

Moyong Yue nodded, grateful for her grandmother's words. But then, her attention shifted as Moyong Ri said something that caught her off guard. "You remind me of my young self, I had quite the temper back then." her grandmother said, sipping her tea.

Moyong Yue's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Really? What was grandma like when she was young?" she asked, leaning forward.

Moyong Ri thought for a moment, her eyes still fixed on the flower petals that bobbed gently in her cup, before answering. "Well, child, I trained from the time I was young, dedicated to mastering the art of the sword," she said. "It was hard work, and there were many challenges to overcome, but I was determined to succeed."

Moyong Yue listened in amazement as her grandmother talked about her past. "But that's amazing!" she exclaimed. "You must have been so strong!"

Moyong Ri chuckled. "Yes, I was quite the fighter in my younger days," she agreed. She took a moment to look at her teacup, holding it up to the light before scoffing, "Unlike that lazy cow with his overall hedonistic behavior. Who always thought of relaxing rather than helping Cheongmun and me..."

Moyong Yue blinked, realizing who her grandmother was talking about. "Is that your old friends from the Mount Hua sect?!" she beamed, feeling excited about the prospect of learning more about the legendary figures from the past. Moyong Yue was fascinated by her grandma's stories of the legendary figures she had known and the Mount Hua sect at its peak. "Wow," she breathed, "And you knew the 21st sect leader of Mount Hua and Plum Blossom Sword Saint?!"