An entire day passed.
Only then did Duan Shuyun pick up her brush and finish engraving every name onto the Heavenly Stele. Most of those names belonged to the people who had fallen on the battlefield.
Of course, those who had not fallen were also qualified to have their names inscribed upon it.
It was not as though one had to die before leaving behind a name for posterity.
After finishing everything, Duan Shuyun twisted her aching right hand. Holding a brush really was a troublesome affair.
Look at how exhausted she had made herself. If Junior Brother did not properly entertain her, would that be acceptable?
Just as she was preparing to report back to her Junior Brother, she passed by Mountain Range Hall.
Second Senior Mu Liuxi called her over to play a few rounds of mahjong.
"No, Second Senior. I still have some things to explain to Junior Brother, so I won't play with you first."
"Senior Sister, I advise you not to go looking for Junior Brother," Mu Liuxi said calmly.
Duan Shuyun furrowed her brow slightly and asked in confusion, "What's wrong, Second Senior? Does Junior Brother have something going on?"
"Because the Su Family's two Saintesses are reporting their work to him. Wouldn't it be rather ill-timed for you to go now?"
"Reporting their work... could it be that..." Duan Shuyun immediately understood the meaning hidden beneath those words. She could not help clenching her fists and gritting her teeth.
In the end, as though all the air had leaked out of her, she silently walked over to their mahjong table.
Besides Mu Liuxi, Wei Yanxianlan and Zhao Wanqing were there as well.
After taking her seat, Duan Shuyun let out a soft sigh. "That Junior Brother of ours went to the underworld once