Meanwhile, back in Water City, within Yishu's clan manor, Ningyan leaned against the balcony railing, a flute resting loosely between his fingers.
From where he stood, he had a clear view of the courtyard below.
Lan Meishan was speaking with Yishu.
She was beautiful, just like the mermaid Zhao Zihan. Her laughter was bright and effortless, and she seemed very fond of Meishan. She smiled constantly as they talked.
Lan Meishan, however, remained his usual calm, impassive, and somewhat unreadable self.
Ningyan couldn't hear their conversation from the balcony, but he could guess what it was about.
Meishan was probably informing her that they would soon be leaving Water City and asking her to continue watching over Hai Miao.
It had been three days since Ningyan's battle with Mu Yi.
Yet the images of the bodies still haunted him.
Sometimes he woke up in the middle of the night with those memories still fresh in his mind.
The blood. The destruction. The lives lost.
