Lin Chen sat alone for a while, watching the sunlight slowly sink outside the window. Inch by inch, it retreated from the windowsill, while the shadows in the room gradually lengthened.
Only then did he come back to himself. He patted the hem of his clothes, stood up, and returned to the dormitory.
That night, Lin Chen lay in bed, tossing and turning as he thought about the day's events.
He turned the news Mo Yuan had brought over in his mind again and again. The Blue Silver Emperor had entered the Papal Hall, Tang San was under surveillance, and the Papal Hall's experts were on their way.
These events were linked together, each link like a chess piece he had placed with his own hands, falling into position step by step along the path he had planned.
He simply did not know what shape Heaven Dou City's balance of power would take after this storm had passed. As he pondered it, he drifted off to sleep without realizing it.
The next morning, the sky stretched high and clear, with a few wisps of thin cloud drifting across its deep blue expanse. The sun hung bright overhead, bathing the ivy atop the walls in an oily sheen.
Tie Zhan and several other teammates had gathered in the mimicry training grounds to cultivate on their own. Some were honing their punches and kicks, their fists whipping through the air and striking wooden posts with dull thuds that sent wood chips flying;
Others were circulating soul power to temper their martial souls, faint light shimmering around their bodies as sweat trickled down their temples;
Still others were running and leaping, practicing their footwork, each step stirring a gust of wind.
Shouts and the whistle of forceful gusts rang out from time to