She sat down.
Not of her own accord. Her body sat down by itself, like a tree finally finding soil fit for its growth, its roots automatically burrowing in, unwilling to move again.
She sat cross-legged on the bluestone slab outside the light circle, less than three feet from the pool of wolf blood. Her eyes closed. Her breathing slowed, and so did her heartbeat. The Moon Qi around her no longer burst outward. Instead, it slowly circled her, round after round, like a silver-white ribbon dancing in the wind.
Chu Yang stepped forward, crouched down, and glanced at her.
Her expression was tranquil, so tranquil that she did not look like someone who had just fought a battle. Instead, she looked like someone who had finally completed something she had waited a long time to do.
"She's entered meditation," Chu Yang said.
Sun Wukong also came over and crouched on Su Wanwan's other side. He tilted his head to examine her face, then the Moon Qi around her. Rarely, he did not raise his voice, instead lowering it. "This kind of meditation? When will she wake up?"
"I don't know," Chu Yang said. "A few hours, perhaps. A few days, perhaps."
"So we just wait here?"
"What else?"
Sun Wukong thought for a moment, shrank the Golden Staff and tucked it behind his ear, then sat down on the ground. With his back against the Light Wall and one leg crossed over the other, he closed his eyes and actually began meditating too.
Chu Yang glanced at him. "What are you doing?"
"I, Old Sun, am soaking up some Moon Qi too," Sun Wukong said with his eyes closed. "It feels nice staying here."
Tang Monk stood inside the light circle, saying nothing all along. From the time Su