Shui Yue'er could never sit still. One moment, she pulled out a piece of candy and stuffed it into Bing Yekong's hand; the next, she tugged Xue Wu over to whisper secrets, chirping away like a sparrow.
Shui Bing'er leaned against the carriage window with her eyes closed, resting, but ripples of soul power kept flickering from her from time to time.
"Why the rush?" Bing Yekong spoke up the third time he sensed her soul power fluctuate. "There are still two days until we reach Heaven Dou City. Take it slow."
Shui Bing'er did not open her eyes. "I have to settle down before the tournament. Otherwise, I might not perform well once I'm on the field."
"You can't settle down at all. You've got something weighing on your mind."
Only then did she open her eyes and glance at him. There was an awkwardness in her gaze, as though she had been seen through but refused to admit it.
"No."
"Then why are you clenching your fist?"
Shui Bing'er lowered her head and found that her right hand was indeed clenched so tightly her knuckles had turned white. Slowly, she relaxed her fingers.
On the evening of the second day, the convoy passed a large city and stopped at a relay station outside it to rest.
Bing Yekong stepped out of the carriage for some air. He had barely taken two steps when he spotted Feng Xiaotian crouching on a stone block by the relay station entrance, spinning a silver coin in his hand with an unpleasant expression on his face.
"What's wrong?"
Feng Xiaotian pocketed the coin, stood, and dusted the dirt from his pants. "I just got word. Someone in Wuhun City said that Spirit Hall will send a young team to this year's tournament, led