Someone who harbored such hatred would surely pierce everything with its sharpness. How could she have family or friends?
Amid silence and fixed stares, Zhang Junxue turned and walked out the door, leaving the warm orange light for the dark, cold night. The autumn dew sent a shiver over her skin.
In the distance, the tall, one-armed man was faintly visible.
On the long street outside the Prefectural Office, Li Piaoqing looked coldly at the man before her, toying with the decorative feather on the Lost Jade Sword with one hand.
Zhang Wenqian remained silent.
"You really are a dragon swimming through water, Zhang Family Head, coming and going without hindrance."
"...The Zhang Family has to find a way to survive, Young Sect Master," Zhang Wenqian said quietly. "Jade Feather also aspires to revive its fortunes. Surely you can understand something of our position. These are difficult times, and the Zhang Family must find a path for itself. We considered this carefully, too. This move won't be of much help to the Seven Flood Dragons-"
"I don't care how difficult things are for your Zhang Family, Zhang Family Head," Li Piaoqing interrupted, looking down at him. "How will you prove to me that the Zhang Family isn't on the Seven Flood Dragons' side?"
"...After the Martial Competition, we will let you see our sincerity, Young Sect Master." Zhang Wenqian had yet to straighten from his cupped-hand bow.
"I'll look very carefully," Li Piaoqing said coldly, putting away her sword and rising to leave.
I've made peace with myself!
Actually, I finished writing four thousand characters last night. At seven thirty this morning, I started planning to finish this stretch of the plot and post six or seven thousand characters at noon.
But the more I wrote, the more I