The Ancient Tree, originally lush with branches and leaves, scattered countless shimmering leafy sparks after the fierce battle between the two. As the morning sun penetrated, these leaves twinkled like thin jade slices, swirling and drifting through the air, tracing gentle arcs and marks.
Next to the Ancient Tree, a young woman still leaned against the railing, her posture unchanged, but her eyes and lips slightly forlorn, silently watching below.
In the courtyard, a simply dressed monk blended into the tranquility, his hands pressed together in prayer.
Below, Dongfang Bubai stood with her hands behind her back, letting the green sparks drift about, which did not diminish her enchanting crimson.
And on the stone wall, the Heart Sutra was clear, as Sui Yi stood casually with a sword in hand.
