Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, several more days had gone by.
That day, night had already fallen. The sky was deep and dark, its inky night shrouding the entire airspace occupied by the towering Rongguo Immortal Estate.
Yet at that moment, the atmosphere in the warm chamber beside the main residence in Grandmother Jia's rear courtyard was far from pleasant.
Although the river of stars above the floating islands outside remained dazzlingly brilliant, for some reason, their light felt as if something were blocking it, preventing it from reaching this hall filled with "gloom and misery."
Wasn't that so?
At this moment, Grandmother Jia, Lady Wang, and Wang Xifeng were all in the warm chamber. Judging by their expressions, they seemed to be waiting for someone.
"..."
Though they had already eaten dinner, Grandmother Jia looked as though she had not had enough. With a stern old face, she reclined sideways in a rosewood grand chair inlaid with mother-of-pearl, her feet resting on a footstool. Her complexion bore more fatigue and sorrow than usual.
The strand of warm white-jade prayer beads in her hand turned lightly beneath her fingers. For some reason, though, she was rolling them much faster than usual, entirely lacking her customary calm composure.
"..."
Yuanyang, Grandmother Jia's chief maid, stood behind her with her head lowered, not daring to even breathe too loudly. Even when she had no choice but to pour tea or water, her movements were exceptionally light and slow.
"..."
Lady Wang naturally remained seated in the chair below Grandmother Jia. Though her face was dignified and her bearing proper, she could not conceal the anxiety in her brows, nor the faint grievance that was difficult to detect.
From the handkerchief clenched in her hand, twisted out of