As the Soulfrost Sequoia entered full bloom, the room transformed. It looked and felt as though night had fallen, the backdrop of clear skies dotted with countless stars and a full moon filling the entire space. The air carried a slight coolness to it, just like the kind that came with springtime.
Yang Qing sighed wistfully, taking in the sight as he moved to pour himself another cup of wine. A good wine was made for exactly moments like this, where everything seemed to pull you inward to relax, put your feet up, settle your mind, and enjoy your surroundings with a leisurely heart that had no burdens to carry, only enjoyment and tranquility.
The state of the room made him miss his abode. Even with Yang Shitong there and his foul personality, Yang Qing always found himself sinking into the comfort of that place. Whatever worries he carried seemed to melt away the instant he set foot in it.
