Ling Yue could not stop thinking about it. While Wei Lang continued outlining ideas about the exhibition, He Yue sat silently, his fingers tightening around his sleeve, wondering when exactly everything between them had started to feel complicated…and why his heart felt so unbearably heavy at the mere thought of Han Junhui belonging to someone else.
After a long round of back-and-forth discussion, the ideas finally began to settle, and Wei Lang folded his scroll with a decisive snap. "Alright, we will go with sword arts," he concluded. "It is a graceful routine. Something that shows balance, control, and unity."
Bai Lu clapped his hands excitedly. "Perfect. I can show a few movements tomorrow. And we can pick the best style and start practicing properly."
"Yes," Wei Lang nodded in agreement. "Which brings us to the actual work. Tomorrow morning, we will meet again and roam the heavenly realm together because we need inspiration and materials."
