South Wind Ancient Country, Jinling City.
The spring breeze blew gently, as softly as a caress.
Li Zijun lightly pursed her lips, leaning against the balustrade of a curved pavilion, her eyes blinking softly as she looked up at the mirror in the sky.
Er Yuan's body still hadn't fully recovered. Coupled with the Confucian Sage now presiding over the royal court, even if she stayed in Jinling City with many disciples of the Confucian School around, there was no need for her to worry about her safety.
Her gaze fixed intently on the slender figure behind the South Emperor, contemplating the rather long scar on his hand. The Devouring Heaven Demon Art, the Southern Border Miao Clan, the South Emperor's close guard... What could be the connection among these? she murmured to herself. She could see the scar—the one left by Er Yuan's piercing—very clearly.
