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The sound of wheels rolling over stone slabs was monotonous and steady, like a heartbeat.
The light inside the carriage was like a layer of soft gauze, wrapping everything in a quiet that shut out the clamor.
A very, very faint scorched fragrance of petals still lingered in the air.
Chen Xiaojun looked across from him.
Xiao Yi leaned by the window, her head slightly tilted, her fingertips pinching a small, half-withered vine leaf caught in the crack of the window lattice.
The edge sharp enough just now to burn everything to ash had been withdrawn completely, leaving only an almost hollow exhaustion pressing heavily on that small frame.
He said nothing. He picked up the warm flask, poured a full cup of flower nectar water at just the right temperature, and gently pushed it in front of her.
The bottom of the cup touched the tabletop with a soft "tap."
Her lashes moved, but she did not lift her head. "I want to rebuild the Wood Department."
Simple and crisp, without even the cause or consequence, as if she were saying to family, "Dinner's ready."
Chen Xiaojun did not look away, nor did he show the slightest surprise. He only answered, "Mm."
He lifted his own cup and took a sip.
Only after a moment did his magnetic voice sound again, carrying a faint sigh of understanding:
"Your edge was fully revealed, your might was brilliant, shining like the sun in the sky... Today's battle wasn't merely to intimidate the prodigies of your generation, was it?"
He leaned forward slightly, gazing across the tea table at the outline blurred by her veil. "You were making a declaration, and also setting down an anchor."
"Informing this world that the source