The day is a bit cloudy, soft daylight shining down from the gaps in the leaves, reflected in the courtyard, playing a fine shadow.

Ahya sat under the porch, staring fixedly at the palace wall, his gaze complex, like a lake with waves.

The footsteps of the Jinwu guards making their rounds were neat and tidy, and the sound of swords and armor striking each other was pleasant.

Five days have passed since that day when Xie Jie ordered that she be ...