Nights in Snow Capital City were anything but peaceful, especially in the courtyard where Jian Tongyao and the others stayed. The old roof tiles creaked at the slightest step from someone overhead, and occasionally, a few that could no longer bear the weight slid off the roof and shattered with a clatter.
The commotion was anything but quiet.
Jian Tongyao abruptly sat upright and pushed anxiously at the person beside her. "Seventh Sister."
Qian Wanyu pulled her straight back into her arms and, as though soothing a child, gently patted her back, which had stiffened with nervousness. "Mo Han and the others are out there. Don't worry."
"Them..." Her voice was full of doubt.
"Mm. Get some rest."
The noises outside were faint, but to cultivators, even the slightest sound was magnified endlessly. All the more so for the two of them, who had just finished dual cultivation. Jian Tongyao was acutely sensitive to the sounds outside; she could even distinguish how many people had come from their footsteps.
Seeing her start at every little noise, Qian Wanyu simply released a strand of wind element spiritual power to seal off her hearing, then soothed her to sleep.
Everything around her became utterly quiet. With the other woman's embrace so warm, Jian Tongyao tried to keep her attention on the people and happenings outside the door, but after hearing nothing for a long while, she grew drowsy.
The sounds of fighting outside continued for over an hour before finally fading away. Once they stopped, another group arrived. This repeated until dawn began to break.
Qian Wanyu got up and opened the door to find Mo Han dragging corpses over and tossing them into a corner of the courtyard. They had already piled up like a mountain, and the weapons scattered across