「Early the next morning.」
Sunlight fell like flecks of gold upon the streets of Anping Square.
Su Yu stretched lazily, a series of satisfying cracks echoing from his bones. He pushed open the door to his room, letting the warm spring morning light pour inside.
He strode over to the well in the courtyard, drew up a bucket of clear, cold water, and splashed his face. The fatigue and murderous aura from days of traveling and fighting in the wilderness were instantly washed away.
"Phew… Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home."
Su Yu wiped his face, unable to hold back a contented sigh. He looked up, his gaze falling on the thick Iron Locust Tree in the courtyard. He noticed that sometime recently, strings of exquisite bronze wind chimes had been hung from its gnarled, dragon-like branches.
A morning breeze rustled past, and the wind chimes let out a pleasant, crisp TINKLING, adding a homey touch to the atmosphere.
"Brother Su!"
