It was only three nights ago.
A long wind swept across the sky above the Central State, the lights of the city coiling like dragons. Ying Country's elite troops were garrisoned here, the clash of many powers lurking beneath the surface. By rights, it ought to be called lively.
Yet beneath that bustle riding on the surface, within this Central State City, there was still a kind of indescribable quiet.
Liveliness, silence, blazing heat, dead stillness.
Different atmospheres circled and coiled, condensed into the night of a single city.
Within the Academy, Su Wang lifted his head, gazing up at the vault of heaven. The long wind surged; under the eaves of the Academy, the bells swayed with a clear chime.
In former days, the Academy was a sea of voices; such crisp sounds only made one feel a sudden, unexpected delight.
