In the hall, filled with the lingering scent of sandalwood, the downcast eyes of a gilded idol seemed to hold a trace of pity. Amidst the curling smoke, Ji Shenyun sat upright on a golden lotus platform, her black daoist robe cascading like a waterfall.
"Haaa..."
She exhaled a turbid breath. Her long, white eyelashes trembled as her eyes opened, and the dark golden light swirling within her pitch-black pupils gradually faded away.
As the Golden Sun Divine Seal was worn down a bit further, losing some of its power, Ji Shenyun's five senses became much clearer.
She heard the birds chirping outside the window, and even further away, the noisy hustle and bustle of traffic beyond the city walls.
'Is today the National Celebration for that kingdom in Qing Yueqiu's memories? Even the Spiritual Qi has become more active because of it.'
Ji Shenyun stood up and took a deep, satisfying breath. Her pale skin instantly gained a much healthier, rosy tint.
