He seemed like a giant pillar in the chaos of this world, a stabilizing force in the raging storms.
However, in his delight, Jiang Kesong murmured, "But why must we rendezvous at the Eastern Capital? It would be just as fine to return to the estate."
Shang Ruyi glanced at him without speaking.
She simply rose slowly and walked to the temple entrance. The wind and snow outside were still intense, almost obscuring everything beyond ten steps. Traveling in such weather was indeed tormenting.
She said in a deep voice, "We will depart when the snow lets up a little."
Everyone replied, "Yes!"
But in the moment they responded in unison, a massive accumulation of snow suddenly slid off the roof above them, crashing before Shang Ruyi like a pristine porcelain, shattering across the ground.
She was startled.
