Outside the window.
The clouds loomed, threads of rain swayed, and the moist vapors brushed through the bamboo forest, bringing a refreshing coolness.
Chu Yi propped his chin on his hand, glancing at the ominous clouds outside the window.
A pair of ancient, ink-black eyes flickered with a golden glow, unveiling layers of veils. Strange, bizarre, lurking shadows within the clouds, wrapped in falling snow, would soon sweep across the entire south.
The battle between the Joyful Sect and the Enchanting Demon Royal Court must conceal secrets unknown to me within this small world.
Chu Yi sorted through his thoughts. He had intended to seize the Spells of this small world, bide his time, and sell them to the highest bidder. He planned to replicate what he did in the Royal City when he threatened the Moon Princess and the Clown to extract some "friendly fees" from both factions.
Why can't everyone just sit down and talk instead of fighting?
