Chen Ping’an spent two days on the hilltop, practicing walking the wooden stakes with unsteady steps, day in and day out.

At the break of dawn on this day, a young man who looked like a Confucian scholar in a green robe arrived riding the wind. Upon discovering the gully on the plain, he suddenly hovered, and then quickly spotted Chen Ping’an on the hilltop. Qi Jinglong landed on the ground, covered in dust and looking weary. It must have been a very hurried journey to make a sword cultivator on the verge of breaking through the Nascent Soul bottleneck appear so disheveled.

However, from riding the wind to landing, Qi Jinglong remained silent and without a sound. It wasn’t until he lightly brushed his clothes, the light of the talisman dispersing, that he revealed himself.

Chen Ping’an smiled slightly.

The tense string in his heart quietly loosened a bit.

As long as Qi Jinglong appeared, it wouldn’t hurt to be lazy.

Previously, before parting at Dragonhead Ferry, Chen Ping’an had given Qi Jinglong one of the two transmitting flying swords from the sword box given by Zhu Quan of the Hemp Robe Sect, for easy communication between the two. However, Chen Ping’an had never expected it to be put to use so quickly. Heaven knows why that group of Deer Slicing Mountain assassins were willing to ruin their reputation just to target him, an outsider.

The two had simply exchanged a transmitting flying sword.

Qi Jinglong’s reply had been very simple, so concise it was almost rude: “Wait, don’t die.”

Now, Qi Jinglong looked around, carefully examining the surroundings, and then asked, “What happened? Was it still two groups?”

Chen Ping’an sat on the bamboo chest, took out his sword-nurturing gourd, and shook it.

Qi Jinglong’s head began to ache, and he quickly said, “Forget it.”

Chen Ping’an, now wearing the “roadside find” Hundred-Eyed Gluttonous Dharma Robe, took a gulp of wine and said, “One of the old seniors, I can’t reveal his name. Do you remember me telling you about something, about the ants moving mountains in the southeast of Beiju Luzhou?”

Qi Jinglong nodded.

Chen Ping’an smiled and said, “This senior is the one who wrote the boxing manual I’m learning. After the old senior found me, he rewarded me with three punches. I didn’t die, and he even helped me deal with six Deer Slicing Mountain assassins.”

Qi Jinglong asked, “It was him?”

Chen Ping’an blinked, remaining silent.

That meant it was him.

Qi Jinglong didn’t ask further.

The second group of Deer Slicing Mountain assassins hadn’t left too many traces near the hilltop, but it was clear that they were willing to break the rules to make their move. This meant that they already regarded Chen Ping’an as a Nascent Soul cultivator, or even a powerful Nascent Soul. Only in this way could they avoid any mishaps and leave no traces. So, a pure martial artist who could easily kill six Deer Slicing Mountain cultivators after Chen Ping’an had taken three punches and been so heavily injured, would have to be at least a Peak Realm martial artist.

Even if one started from the Five Mausoleums Kingdom, and then traveled upstream from the Green Oriole Kingdom all the way to this Lotus Kingdom, there was no Ninth Realm martial artist. There was a female Grandmaster in Great Seal Capital, but unfortunately, she had to confront and fight the jade-sealed river evil dragon. Combining Chen Ping’an’s talk of ants moving mountains, and some early rumors from the southeastern part of Beiju Luzhou, then who it was naturally became clear.

Easy to guess, it was undoubtedly Gu You.

Martial Saint Gu You, who had never formally taken a disciple in his life. Even the female grandmaster in Great Seal Capital could only be considered half a disciple. Gu You was extremely strange about imparting boxing techniques.

There were many different opinions.

The only somewhat reliable statement was that Gu You had once said, “My boxing techniques, anyone can learn, but no one can truly master.”

Qi Jinglong pondered for a moment, “You are relatively safe in the near future. Since that senior has thrown punches, he will almost never leak any information. This means that Deer Slicing Mountain is still waiting for the results, and it is even less likely to send another group of assassins to target you, so you should continue your journey. I’ll go to Deer Slicing Mountain’s founding ancestor and try to clean up this mess. But let’s make it clear beforehand: I’m confident that I can get Deer Slicing Mountain to stop, but you’ll need to be more careful about the mastermind who paid Deer Slicing Mountain to break the rules and come after you.”

Chen Ping’an crossed his arms and said, “I have more experience traveling the world than you do.”

Qi Jinglong asked, “Do you plan to stay here for a few more days?”

Chen Ping’an said directly, “I still need three days, to recover some of my physical strength before continuing my journey.”

Qi Jinglong took a step and arrived at the foot of the mountain, then began to draw talismans along the foot of the mountain, one hand behind his back, pointing with the other.

Each time he completed a talisman, he swept out a dozen yards, flowing smoothly without any stagnation.

Don’t forget, Qi Jinglong’s talisman skills made even Yang Ningzhen of Cloud Firmament Palace pale in comparison. One must know that Cloud Firmament Palace of the Department of Mysteries was one of the ancestral homes of the Talisman Sect in Beiju Luzhou.

About an incense stick’s worth of time later, Qi Jinglong returned to the top of the mountain. “It can withstand three attacks from an average Nascent Soul cultivator, provided they are not sword cultivators and don’t have any Semi-Celestial artifacts.”

Chen Ping’an gave a thumbs up. “You only saw me draw a wall of Snowy Mud Talismans, and you’ve already learned seventy or eighty percent of it. As expected of Beiju Luzhou’s terrestrial dragon, so young and promising!”

Qi Jinglong was too lazy to pay him any attention and prepared to leave.

The sooner he left, the sooner he could find the person in charge of Deer Slicing Mountain, and the safer this guy would be.

As for finding the people of Deer Slicing Mountain, of course, he would reason with them.

But at this moment, Qi Jinglong glanced at Chen Ping’an’s skin outside of the Dharma Robe, which was mostly torn and bloody, with some bare bones showing. He frowned and asked, “Does this guy never feel pain?”

Chen Ping’an chuckled. “We martial artists, these minor injuries…”

Qi Jinglong suddenly appeared beside Chen Ping’an and grabbed his shoulder.

Chen Ping’an’s face contorted immediately, his shoulder slumping as he dodged Qi Jinglong, “What are you doing!”

Qi Jinglong then laughed, “Good, at least you’re still human.”

Qi Jinglong looked around, raised his hand and grabbed, and several golden lights swept into his sleeve. They should all be his unique talismans, to determine whether there were any hidden murderous intentions around.

Chen Ping’an asked with a smile, “Really not going to have a drink before you leave?”

Qi Jinglong said angrily, “Drink, drink, drink, lose a few pounds of blood from being beaten, and then try to make up for it by drinking? Is that how boisterous you pure martial artists are?”

Chen Ping’an said seriously, “To be honest, after taking those three punches from that senior, my realm has skyrocketed! This is what it means to treat someone with new respect after only three days of separation! Qi Jinglong, if you don’t hurry up and break through, you’ll be too embarrassed to see me in the future.”

Qi Jinglong

Asked, “Are you in the Golden Body Realm now, or the Distant Journey Realm?”

Chen Ping’an smiled, “It’s boring to chat with you.”
Lord Qi Jinglong, without a word, directly rode the wind and journeyed afar, his figure ethereal as smoke, then vanished in an instant.

It was definitely due to the superior talismans he carried.

Coming and going in haste, nothing could surpass this.

Chen Pingan felt no guilt, and even a thank you was unnecessary.

The logic was simple.

If Qi Jinglong needed Chen Pingan’s help in the future, it would be the same.

However, Chen Pingan still hoped such an opportunity would not arise. If it did, he wanted it to be later, when his swordsmanship was higher, his sword faster, and of course, his fists harder. The later, the better.

Because the two words most worthy of scrutiny in the world were even his own name.

平安 (Píng Ān) – Peace.

After Qi Jinglong departed, Chen Pingan, with nothing to do, focused on recuperation, especially the healing of his physical body, which couldn’t be rushed.

Chen Pingan hesitated for a moment, and since there was no one around, he started to turn himself upside down, using his head to support his weight, trying to merge the Heaven and Earth Stance with the other three stances.

Head on the ground, he “slowly walked.”

After half an incense stick’s time, Chen Pingan slapped the ground with his palm, spun gracefully, and stood up again, patting the dirt and dust off his head, feeling that it wasn’t quite right.

As it happened, Chen Pingan saw Qi Jinglong, who had returned after leaving, standing by the bamboo chest.

Chen Pingan said, “You’re like a ghost, scaring people in broad daylight?”

Qi Jinglong curiously asked, “What are you doing?”

Chen Pingan continued patting his head, solemnly saying, “Practicing walking stances, a unique secret technique. Do you want to learn it? I don’t teach it to just anyone.”

Qi Jinglong flicked his sleeves and placed two jars of immortal wine, bought from the Bone Beach, on the bamboo chest. “Then you continue.”

Qi Jinglong once again transformed into a rainbow and ascended into the sky, his figure once more vanishing without a trace.

Chen Pingan sat on the bamboo chest, picked up the jar of wine, and sure enough, it was genuine immortal wine, not the common glutinous rice wine found in the marketplaces.

This fellow seemed to be a bit more generous than himself.

Zhengyang Mountain held a grand banquet to celebrate Tao Zi, the direct granddaughter of the Tao family ancestor, one of the mountain’s sword immortals, reaching the Cave Abode Realm.

The Cave Abode Realm was a significant threshold.

Upon reaching the Cave Abode Realm, one became a mid-tier Celestial Immortal.

Besides the numerous celebratory gifts from various forces, Zhengyang Mountain itself naturally offered even grander gifts. They directly gifted the young woman a mountain peak, relocated from elsewhere, as Tao Zi’s private garden. It wasn’t considered opening a peak, as the girl had not yet attained the Golden Core, but besides the mountain peak she had since birth, when Su Jia left Zhengyang Mountain, Su Jia’s mountain peak was allocated to Tao Zi. Now, this young woman possessed three spiritually rich and blessed lands, a truly lavish dowry. Whoever could become her Daoist partner on the mountain in the future would be blessed with immense good fortune from a previous life.

And that mountain peak, presented as a celebratory gift by the Zhengyang Mountain Ancestral Hall, was the former mountain of a small kingdom!

A small kingdom had resisted stubbornly, only to be completely overwhelmed by the Great Li iron cavalry. The mountain’s true god’s golden body was destroyed in the war, and the mountain became completely unclaimed. Zhengyang Mountain then calculated some of the mountain cultivators’ war merits with the Great Li court, bought this northern mountain peak of the small kingdom, and then handed it over to the Zhengyang Mountain Guardian Old Ape. It activated its innate divine power, cut off the mountain’s roots, and then carried the massive mountain peak on its back, like a strong man carrying a giant rock. Then, it boarded its own ferry and brought it back to Zhengyang Mountain. Rooted in place, it could be connected to the mountains and rivers.

Tao Zi had been the joy of those old sword immortals of Zhengyang Mountain since she was young. Besides her noble status, her own talent was also a key factor. She was an anomaly in Zhengyang Mountain in five hundred years; she had good aptitude, bone structure, talent, temperament, and fortune, all balanced, all-around. This meant that Tao Zi’s advancement speed would not be too fast, but the bottlenecks would be very small. Reaching the Golden Core was almost guaranteed, and the chance of becoming a Nascent Soul cultivator high up in the cloud sea in the future was extremely high.

For immortal abodes dedicated to establishing a sect, the brilliance of geniuses like Wei Jin of Wind and Snow Temple was naturally envied by everyone, but the talent of Tao Zi was also very important. To some extent, a Nascent Soul cultivator who slowly and steadily reached the top of the mountain was actually more reliable than those prodigies who became famous at a young age, because the tallest tree in the forest will be felled by the wind.

However, among the congratulatory gifts, one was the most eye-catching.

Even though the person sending the gift had not shown their face, all the mountain peaks of Zhengyang Mountain, except for the Tao family ancestor, felt honored.

Because that gift came from the Old Dragon City Prince’s Mansion, and the person sending the gift was none other than the Great Li Song Clan’s Parallel King, Song Mu.

Before this, there had been rumors that Tao Zi had once walked through the Li Zhu Grotto-Heaven when she was young, and at that time, she had met Prince Song Mu, whose identity had not yet been revealed.

On the new mountain peak, the Northern Mountain Shrine was dilapidated and needed a lot of manpower, material resources, and financial resources to repair it.

The banquet gradually dissipated.

A graceful young woman stood outside the gate of the ancestral shrine, a lustrous emerald green gourd hanging from her waist, the small gift that her wood-chopping brother had given her. In fact, no one had initially realized that this emerald green gourd would be an extremely good magical artifact of immeasurable value. It was only after the Tao family ancestor personally asked an expert to appraise it that they determined its rarity.

Standing next to the young woman Tao Zi was that burly old ape, the guardian of Zhengyang Mountain.

Tao Zi withdrew her gaze from the magnificent ancestral shrine, turned her head, and asked with a smile, “Grandpa White Ape, is there really no chance for Sister Su to return to Zhengyang Mountain?”

The old ape shook his head and said, “She is already a waste. Staying in Zhengyang Mountain would only be a laughingstock.”

Tao Zi complained, “That young owner of the Wind and Thunder Garden is really something. He didn’t seclude himself earlier, and he didn’t seclude himself later, but he just happened to choose this moment to hide away and not see anyone. He’s really cunning.”

The old ape grinned. “With Li Tuanjing’s death, the Wind and Thunder Garden has collapsed for the most part. The new owner, Huang He, may have good talent, but he can’t support it alone. As for that Liu Baqiao, a coward troubled by love, don’t think he’s doing well now, and that his breaking through realms isn’t slow. In fact, the later he goes, the more distant the Great Dao will be. When Huang He comes out of seclusion, our Zhengyang Mountain can go and challenge him openly. When that time comes, it will be the day the Wind and Thunder Garden is removed from the list.”

The old ape looked towards the ancestral mountain where the Ancestral Hall was located, Zhengyang Mountain.
The old ape chuckled, “Our Zheng Yang Mountain is different. Every path of the sword leads to the summit. Once we gather more momentum in the mortal realm, we can not only ascend to the ranks of the ‘Zong’ level immortal families in one fell swoop, but perhaps have more than one sword immortal of the upper five realms! At that time, all sword cultivators in the entire continent will have to bow down to us. The strong become stronger, and Zheng Yang Mountain will only flourish even more in the coming centuries. It’s a higher path than the decaying Fengxue Temple and Zhenwu Mountain.”

Tao Zi sighed, “Grandpa White Ape, I’m not very interested in what you’re saying.”

The old ape suddenly said, “The people from the Xu family of Qingfeng City have arrived.”

Tao Zi rolled her eyes, “That pest.”

The old ape smiled.

After obtaining the wart-like armor, the patriarch of the Xu family in Qingfeng City thoroughly purged the collateral forces within the family, quickly eliminating internal threats. Except for the blunder of moving away from the Cinnabar Mountain back then, which left a bad impression on the Dali Dynasty, he made no other foolish moves. Later, the Xu family of Qingfeng City married their嫡daughter to a son of the Yuan family, a powerful and influential ‘Pillar of the Nation’, mending fences and becoming a vital force in the imperial dragon vein. However, they were still inferior to Zheng Yang Mountain. In recent years, the cunning and shrewd woman from Qingfeng City had been subtly hinting that she hoped her 嫡son could become immortal partners with Tao Zi, but the Tao family’s ancestor had yet to agree. In fact, if the Tao family and Qingfeng City were to marry, it would be a significant boon for the entire Zheng Yang Mountain, allowing the two families to complement each other.

A woman of dignified bearing in palace attire and a handsome youth in scarlet robes flew in on the wind.

Tao Zi smiled brightly and bowed, “Greetings, Madam.”

The youth bowed to the Mountain-Moving Old Ape and said, “Greetings, Grandpa Ape.”

The old ape merely nodded in acknowledgement.

The woman gracefully took the girl’s hand, her expression affectionate, and smiled, “It’s only been a few years, and our Tao丫頭 has blossomed so beautifully.”

After some polite greetings and small talk, the woman and the old ape tacitly agreed to leave the young couple alone.

The two elders walked towards the old mountain shrine.

Outside the shrine, Tao Zi glared and held out her hand, “Pest, where’s your gift?”

The handsome youth in scarlet robes clenched his fist, then suddenly opened it, revealing nothing. He gently tapped the girl’s palm, “Keep it safe.”

Tao Zi frowned.

The youth raised his hands, grinning mischievously, “Don’t worry, our Fox Kingdom of Qingfeng City will have a surprise soon. I can only wait and make up for the gift later.”

Tao Zi snorted coldly.

The two walked along the white jade plaza on the summit of the old mountain of another nation, strolling slowly along the railings. The scenery of the Zheng Yang Mountain peaks was renowned as a place of scenic beauty in the Treasure Bottle Continent.

The youth glanced at Tao Zi’s jade gourd hanging at her waist, “Why isn’t your wood-chopping brother here to congratulate you?”

Tao Zi sneered, “Do you think he’s as idle as you? He’s now a Dali vassal king, lord of half a continent’s territory.”

The youth laughed, “Don’t talk nonsense like that.”

Tao Zi scoffed, “Which is worse, me spouting nonsense here or you hearing it and spreading it?”

The youth was helpless. This arrogant girl was speaking the truth.

He leaned on the railing, “Ma Kuxuan is truly formidable. That Iron Cavalry of the Tide is completely gone. I heard that the woman who angered Ma Kuxuan back then, along with her grandfather, knelt and begged for mercy, but couldn’t get Ma Kuxuan to change his mind.”

Tao Zi nonchalantly replied, “Is that the one from Apricot Blossom Lane in Lizhu Grotto-Heaven? After going to Zhenwu Mountain, her breakthroughs were like madness. Just ignore people like that.”

The youth fell silent for a moment, his face darkening.

He was reminded of someone he had disliked the moment he first saw them.

What made him slightly happier was that his dislike of that lowborn mud-legged one was merely a personal grudge, while the girl beside him and the entire Zheng Yang Mountain had a feud with that fellow that was as unbreakable as a death knot. What was even more amusing was that, after years of stagnation and a broken Longevity Bridge, that good-for-nothing had somehow switched to martial arts. He liked to travel and was rarely at home enjoying himself. Now he had built up a considerable enterprise, with so many mountains including his own Cinnabar Mountain acting as a wedding dress for the other party, offering a ready-made mountain residence for nothing. Thinking of this, his mood worsened again.

Unfortunately, news from Dragon Spring County was heavily restricted, and with the Sage Ruan Qiong stationed there, the Xu family of Qingfeng City dared not investigate without permission. Much of the veiled truth was passed back to her mother’s family little by little through the Yuan family her sister had married into, but it was of little use.

As long as that person didn’t die, he would be a thorn in the side of the future city lord of Qingfeng City.

Of course, he was also a thorn in the side of Zheng Yang Mountain, a painful irritant.

They believed the most worrisome thing for Zheng Yang Mountain now was not the young man’s own wealth, but the fear that that lowborn one might truly cling to the Dragon Spring Sword Sect, especially if he developed an inappropriate relationship with that woman in green with a ponytail, which would be very troublesome. After all, she was Ruan Qiong’s only daughter.

Dragon Spring County was a tacitly acknowledged forbidden area between the Dali Dynasty and the mountain cultivators, and no one dared to investigate without authorization.

This was because the Sage Ruan Qiong was the Dali Dynasty’s undisputed chief enshrinement.

The two generations of emperors of the Dali Song clan sincerely regarded this swordsmith from the Fengxue Temple as a guest of honor.

The youth glanced back at the old mountain shrine ruins.

Inside, the woman and the old ape had discussed the situation in the Treasure Bottle Continent and then turned to the main topic, whispering, “Once Liu Xianyang returns to the Dragon Spring Sword Sect from the Pure Scholar Chen clan, it will be a huge problem.”

The old ape sneered, “What’s the small future trouble of your Xu family compared to our Zheng Yang Mountain?”

The woman frowned, “Cultivating on the mountain, twenty or thirty years pass in the blink of an eye. Both Qingfeng City and Zheng Yang Mountain aspire to become ‘Zong’ level families. Without long-term planning, we will have immediate worries. Especially that Chen fellow, he must die.”

The old ape said calmly, “Don’t give me the chance, or one punch from me will clear the world.”

The woman said irritably, “Is it that simple?”

The old ape retorted, “If I don’t go looking for trouble with him, that kid should burn incense and give thanks. Does he dare to come to Zheng Yang Mountain to seek revenge?”
The woman sighed. She understood that even if Liu Xianyang entered the Dragon Spring Sword Sect and became Ruan Qiong’s direct disciple, he wouldn’t cause much of a stir. As for that mud-legged brat from Mud Bottle Alley, even if he had accumulated a substantial fortune of unknown depth, he was still like an ant trying to topple a tree when facing the Zheng Yang Mountain, which had the backing of the Great Li Dynasty. Even if one disregarded the Great Li and didn’t mention the old sword cultivator ancestors of Zheng Yang Mountain, just this mountain-moving ape beside her, how could a young martial artist from a declining Fallen Mountain contend with it?

Yet, for some reason, the woman had been feeling uneasy for years.

The old ape curled its lips, a sneer on its face. “Madam, what do you think of the Snow Wind Temple Sword Immortal, Wei Jin?”

Although the woman didn’t know why this old beast was asking, she still answered, “He was the most talented person in the continent between Li Tuanjing and Ma Kuxuan.”

The old ape said, “Then, if Wei Jin were to challenge our Zheng Yang Mountain with his sword, would he dare? Could he make our Zheng Yang Mountain bow its head with a single strike?”

The woman laughed. “Naturally, he would dare, but he couldn’t.”

The old ape finally said, “A lowly cur from Mud Bottle Alley, an ant whose Bridge of Longevity is broken, even if I lent him courage, would he dare to come to Zheng Yang Mountain?!”

“What I’m about to say might not be pleasant to hear,”

The woman paused for a moment, then slowly said, “I think that person would dare to come.”

The mountain-moving ape laughed heartily and nodded. “That’s true, he dared to fight me head-on back then. He’s got guts. But now, no one will protect him. Once he leaves Dragon Spring County, if he dares to come to Zheng Yang Mountain, I guarantee that he’ll die at the foot of the mountain after one glance at the ancestral hall!”

Tens of thousands of miles away from Treasure Bottle Continent, on a mountaintop in Northern Ju Lu Continent, where Qi Jinglong had painted a talisman thunder pool,

A young man in a black Daoist robe had been wandering around the mountain for two whole days, either practicing stances and boxing or, when idle, running to the edge of the mountain to admire the exquisiteness of Qi Jinglong’s talisman painting techniques.

Chen Ping’an had completely given up on practicing the Heaven and Earth Stance.

It wasn’t that the posture was too embarrassing, but forcing the combination of the four stances would only lead to conflicting boxing intents and lose its meaning.

He had been focusing more on cultivation than boxing these days, as his body was currently too weak. Too much stance practice would damage his foundation. If a solid three punches from a Mountain Peak Realm struck an ordinary Golden Body Realm martial artist, they would die thrice. If it were a common Distant Travel Realm martial artist, they would probably also die. As for Chen Ping’an, it wasn’t that he was stronger than an eighth-realm martial artist. In fact, it was equivalent to him dying once.

This evening, Chen Ping’an squatted beside the bamboo box and drew some ordinary yellow paper talismans.

He had drawn seven or eight hundred talismans one after another. The formation manual that Sui Jingcheng had searched from the corpses of the first batch of assassins from Gourd Creek Mountain contained three powerful offensive talismans that Chen Ping’an could learn and use immediately. One was the Heavenly Department Thunder Secretary Talisman, derived from the unorthodox thunder magic talismans of the ancestor of all laws. Of course, it wasn’t an authentic thunder talisman, but Chen Ping’an had a lot of them! Another was the Great River Overflow Talisman, a water talisman. The last one was the Earth Scooping Talisman, belonging to the earth element.

The yellow paper material wasn’t expensive, and the worldly gold powder cinnabar was nothing compared to the immortal family cinnabar that consumed immortal money. Besides, Chen Ping’an had bought a pile of jarred mountain cinnabar in Old Sophora Street in Spring Dew Garden. Let alone a thousand random talismans, he could make another thousand.

Chen Ping’an sorted the stacks of talismans and placed them on top of the bamboo box.

He could unleash a rain of talismans.

Chen Ping’an admired them for a moment, satisfied, then put them away again, hiding them in his sleeve. They felt heavy, which was probably the feeling of having too much money.

Chen Ping’an finally leaned against the bamboo box, sat on the ground, picked a piece of grass, brushed off the dirt, put it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly. Then, he clasped his hands behind his head.

The fastest thing in the world wasn’t a flying sword, but a thought.

For example, it could instantly travel to Mud Bottle Alley and Fallen Mountain in Dragon Spring County, or to the staircase on Upside-Down Mountain.

Chen Ping’an closed his eyes, his mind sinking into a deep sleep.

He didn’t know how long had passed before he opened his eyes again and saw the light.