Finally, she took a deep breath, walked to a solitary stone pavilion not far away, and sat down, clutching her sword.
Though her anger hadn't subsided, Sun Yuzhi knew what was important. Inside the guest room, the Dragon-Singing Celestial Cicada and the Simurgh Phoenix Jade Butterfly were undergoing a critical union—a process of utmost importance to Chen Sheng that could not be disturbed.
And so, on that cold, early winter night, she kept watch alone over the silent courtyard, which was enveloped by an Array. She stood guard with a heart heavy with a mixture of anger, grievance, worry, and helplessness.
The night dew grew heavy, soaking her shoulders and the ends of her hair, but she remained completely oblivious.
Her vigil lasted the entire night.
.....
「The next morning.」
The first light of dawn broke, and pale golden sunlight pierced through the window lattice, casting warm patches of light inside the guest room. Fine dust motes drifted slowly in the sunbeams.
