Ji Qingwu slowly approached and crouched down.
Upon closer inspection, she found that some branches had been violently severed by a sharp weapon, leaving behind clean, flat cuts.
'I wonder who was here.'
Ji Qingwu stood rooted to the spot, her heart pounding with lingering fear. She wanted to back away.
Just then, the distinct sounds of a fight drifted in from outside the courtyard, along with the clang of crossing weapons.
Ji Qingwu carefully inspected the rest of the garden and discovered that even the medicinal herbs she had so painstakingly planted had not been spared. A large patch of them had been trampled flat.
She took a deep breath.
The air seemed to still hang heavy with dust kicked up by the fight.
Ji Qingwu choked and coughed several times.
This was the last straw! She couldn't take it anymore.
