Compared to the tranquil brightness and cool breezes of Spring Lotus Garden, Tingyu Pavilion appeared much more elegant and quiet. The late autumn air was crisp. Fallen leaves and petals were scattered across the flagstone path, while various flowers still bloomed vibrantly on either side, vying for attention.
Chen Yunfan wore a pure white long gown with a loose sash. His hair was untied, cascading down his back as he slowly practiced his sword forms. Amidst the graceful movements, a faint but sharp killing intent lingered. He was, of course, unaware that Chen Yi was plotting to get closer to him. He only knew that a massive upheaval was about to strike Shu State. Because of this, he had closed his doors to visitors, planning to head out later to avoid drawing attention to his actions.
