Annie: It's got nothing to do with me!
Beyond the skies above the Divine Capital, a small cloudship was flying steadily toward the city. More and more celestial ships were joining the same flight path along the way. Even the floating islands and the villages and towns on the ground were growing more numerous.
However, unlike the lively bustle outside, the atmosphere inside the ship's cabin was rather subdued.
"..."
Lin Daiyu was leaning against a cushion by the porthole, eyes closed as she regulated her breathing.
Her face was pale and her breathing weak. Though she had changed out of her bloodstained clothes and into a clean, moon-white dress, traces of pain and exhaustion still lingered between her brows.
Earlier, in that village, she had fought for nearly an hour before finally managing to kill the cunning old ghost and disperse the other wandering spirits. Afterward, it had taken her nearly two more hours just to piece together what had happened.
Her current state was naturally the result of her injuries and the excessive loss of spiritual power.
Although Annie had treated her injuries right away, as usual, Annie had only healed half of them. As a result, the spiritual energy throughout her body was still somewhat turbulent. Her internal injuries weren't severe, but they hadn't healed either; they had only been temporarily suppressed.
So Zijuan and Xueyan, the two maids who were uninjured, naturally stood silently at Daiyu's sides, their faces full of worry and lingering fear. From time to time, they carefully tucked the thin silk quilt over Daiyu, and occasionally checked on the small stove where tea was brewing.
"..."
Jia Tanchun sat across from Daiyu. Since she hadn't entered the village, she was still in fair spirits, though her expression was weary and her willow-shaped