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The wheels rolled over the flagstones with a monotonous, steady rumble, like a heartbeat.
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The light inside the carriage lay like soft gauze over a stillness sealed away from the clamor outside.
The faintest scorched fragrance of petals still lingered in the air.
Chen Xiaojun looked across at her.
Xiao Yi leaned against the window, her head tilted slightly, her fingertips twirling a small, half-withered vine leaf caught in a crack in the window frame.
The edge that had been sharp enough to burn everything to ashes had withdrawn completely, leaving only an almost hollow exhaustion weighing heavily on her small frame.
Without a word, he lifted the insulated flask, poured a full cup of nectar water at just the right temperature, and gently pushed it toward her.
The bottom of the cup touched the table with a soft tap.
Her lashes stirred, but she did not raise her head. "I want to rebuild the Wood Division."
Simple and direct, without even an explanation of what had led to it, as though she were telling a family member, "Dinner's ready."
Chen Xiaojun did not look away, nor did he show the slightest surprise. He merely answered, "Mm."
He lifted his own cup and took a sip.
Only after a moment did his resonant voice sound again, carrying a faint sigh of understanding:
"Baring your edge, establishing your might in blazing splendor, like the sun lighting the sky... today's battle wasn't simply about intimidating the Heavenly Prodigies of your generation, was it?"
He leaned forward slightly, gazing across the tea table at the outline blurred by her veil. "You were making a