Morning arrived and sunlight felt across the Fang estate, each ray that got into the estate made the grasses looked greener, by the storm that passed last night.
The rain had left the gardens glistening and now the whole clan felt as if it was easier to breathe beneath the clear sky.
Fang Yuan, after last night, had returned to his chamber and spent the hours in cultivation, stabilizing the Hollow Spirit Realm within him.
Yet when dawn arrived, he found himself stepping outside, unable to resist the pull of the sunrise.
What am I, a sloth? he mused with a faint smirk, standing with his hands behind his back as the warmth touched his face. The feeling was ethereal.
For a fleeting moment, he allowed himself to imagine that even the heavens had quieted their wrath, as though acknowledging the birth of last night's child.
"Yuan'er!"
Fang Jingyi's voice cut through his thoughts.
