Centered around her, hissing steam rose, the moisture in the surrounding ground swiftly drawn dry by her, becoming arid. Ji Yue cradled a ball of condensed water, momentarily unsure of where to discard it. She surreptitiously glanced at Lang Shiba, who was in the woods, and with a push of her hand, the ball of water vanished with a splash, and the open wine gourd by the carriage pole shook violently, sinking a solid half-pound at the spot.
Ji Yue quickly pulled her hand back, hugged her knees, letting her long hair cover her face. Her pale eyes cautiously peered outside through the strands of hair.
"..." Zhao Douan pretended not to see it, witnessing the attendants boiling water for tea, directing his gaze toward the second carriage in the convoy.
The deep blue curtain of the carriage was lifted by a wooden ruyi, revealing three people within the spacious cabin.
