The sun was setting, the last bit of sunlight gradually fading from the sky, replaced by the deep indigo glow of the night.
Dusk blends with the rosy clouds, the most suitable time of the day for cultivation.
You Su ended his meditation, exhaling a long breath of turbid air, and raised his teacup for a light sip.
The tea had a fragrant and cool sweetness, clearing the mind and focusing the spirit; it was the same white magnolia tea that Mr. Ling had served him that day, but now it had become one of You Su's treasured collections.
He recalled everything that had happened today, from the initial urge to crush Wu Cheng to bones and dust, to gradually calming down now.
This revenge he would certainly take, but now was not the time. In the end, the fewer people focusing on his junior sister and Master, the safer they would be.
A moment's impulse could lead to greater turbulence; only by enduring temporarily could he provide his junior sister and Master with a peaceful environment.
