This was the very reason she had hesitated, why she'd made a special detour to come over.
She hadn't expected to walk in on Sun Ningxiang also in the room. Under the dim, yellow lamplight, the way the two of them sat facing each other held a sort of indescribable intimacy.
Si Jiawen immediately felt her arrival was a bit abrupt, so she simply swallowed the words that had been on the tip of her tongue.
...
「Early the next morning.」
The sky had just begun to lighten, but Fushan Square was already a clamor of voices, bustling with excitement.
Disciples from the Main Peak and the Seven Veins streamed in continuously, figures in variously colored robes weaving through the crowd.
Members of the great families from Jintai Prefecture also arrived one after another. Some Patriarchs and Elders searched Fushan Square for good viewing spots, followed by their core disciples, all of whom wore solemn expressions, their gazes fixed intently on the central arena stage.
