I Really Don’t Want to Be the Sorcerer Supreme

"Master." Xi Nian looked at the bald woman who had appeared in the living room, smiled faintly, and waved in greeting. "You really came back." The Ancient One watched Xi Nian, then glanced at the huge round bed not far away, its blanket raised into a mound beside a mess of clothes. Calmly, she said, "And it seems your physical condition has recovered quite well." "Not bad, not bad." Xi Nian was not embarrassed either. After all this time, and after everything they had been through.