In the span of half a minute, beneath those rhythmic, crashing waves of sound - thump, thump, thump - Zhihan heard three distinct vocal registers, all of them pouring from the same woman's throat.
Gulp.
"Sincerity of heart keeps the sword path steady."
Zhihan swallowed and murmured a passage from the Sword Sutra under her breath, steadying her resolve.
She suppressed the curiosity clawing at her chest and slowly pressed the door open a little further.
Her field of view widened. The quarters the Immortal Alliance had assigned to Yuyan were not large to begin with - pushing the door halfway was enough to take in the entire bedroom in a single sweep.
