The afternoon sun hung low in the sky, painting the Han Family's West Wing in a deep orange glow.
The Vermilion Savannah Chamber's courtyard shimmered under the warmth of the light.
The wind brushed across the tiled roofs and made the paper lanterns sway gently. It was quiet here, away from the noise of the main courtyard where panic had broken loose earlier.
Wei Ji stopped walking. His robe fluttered as he turned slightly, his shadow stretching long behind him. Lu Shaohua followed silently, her steps light, her eyes fixed on his back.
He stood there for a moment, as if deciding whether to speak or not. Then, with a sigh, he broke the silence. "About earlier," he said, his tone calm, "those two brothers of mine and the Sword Shandian Sect representative… they pissed me off. So I made them fall asleep. That's all."
Lu Shaohua blinked. "Fall asleep?" she repeated softly, not sure if she heard right.
Wei Ji nodded. "Yes. Sleep."
Her brows furrowed. "That's all?"
