He flicked it twice.
The delicate paper instantly disintegrated into shreds, drifting out the window.
The White Robed Pavilion Master watched the paper shreds drift away and disappear, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
Immediately, he flicked his sleeve.
His figure vanished abruptly, transforming into a phantasmal white shadow that shot into the red-walled, heavily fortified Imperial City to the north.
Faintly, a low, suppressed voice echoed in the empty, silent room:
"Obsessed with spurning fame and fortune, how can one ever grow into a great roc that blots out the sky?"
...
「Thousands of miles away.」
Shu State.
The rain, which had fallen for three straight days, finally stopped as the Mid-Autumn Festival approached.
Although the sky remained overcast, the sun was now visible behind the clouds.
Its furnace-like heat caused the temperature throughout the cloud-covered lands of Shu State to steadily climb.
Muggy.
It was far from pleasant.
