The young man sat for almost forty minutes until the grandmaster's breathing steadied and he began to snore softly, at which point he got up to leave.
But just halfway through, Li Zhiyuan stopped in his tracks, looking down at the floor tiles.
Once, right in this area, Grandmaster set up a transformation array for him.
Li Zhiyuan spread open his right palm, a mist of blood enveloping it. The young man squatted down, pressing his palm to the tiles. Blood mist dissipated, revealing the array's patterns anew.
"Why... is it still here?"
...
The next morning, Li Sanjiang walked out of his room, stretching lazily.
On the terrace, his little Yuanhou and Alii were sitting there, pointing at something in the air.
Li Sanjiang didn't quite understand the game they were playing, but he was used to seeing it.
"Grandmaster."
"What's up?"
"Did you sleep well last night?"
"Ah, hmm, it was alright."
