The rain had stopped.
Dong Yong knelt by the riverbank, head lowered in silence.
The scholars had already begun organizing their words, preparing to compose poems and essays condemning the Heavenly Court's heartlessness. The crowd burned with indignation, vowing to seek justice for Dong Yong. After all, countless people had cursed the Heavenly Court throughout the ages; forcibly tearing apart lovers was truly going too far.
The wet, chilly ground sent cold seeping into his knees and bones. Water dripped from the hair at his temples, and his gaze was vacant.
"Why..."
His choked voice was bleak and sorrowful, grief cutting to the very depths.
Ninefold screens unfolded like cloud brocade, their shadows falling upon the bright lake in blue-black light.
The Heavenly Court's floating immortal mountains were beautiful as a painting. Bai Yujun returned to the Female Guard Camp on an immortal island near the Jade Pool and turned in her mission.
The moment she finished, she darted off to the mission hall near the South Heavenly Gate to look for another assignment. She had to get farther away. Once she had taken the blame, there would be a second time, then a third. From now on, whenever there was a black pot to carry, they would toss it onto this dragon. Better to accept a mission and flee somewhere distant while she still could, using Spatial Jump to hide her tracks.
With a straight saber hanging at her lower back, she arrived at the bustling mission hall and obediently squatted in a corner.
She kept a safe distance from the other immortals, remaining vigilant at every moment. If she had survived one assassination attempt and still failed to learn her lesson, she would be a fool beyond saving. Though neither her intuition nor her predictive abilities detected