The sky was clear, red clouds filled the sky, the evening breeze came slowly, and the night was as dark as ink. It was a beautiful moonlit night.
Yu'er sat cross-legged on the eaves, looking at the brightly lit, lantern-decorated tavern in the market across the street, glancing up at the three gilded characters of 'Wind Control Tower', and then at the indescribably decadent scene of revelry inside the building. Suddenly, she felt her master's robe being lifted by the gentle breeze, brushing past her ear, distracting her. Her mind wandered, her cheeks flushed, her breath quickened, her whole body burning, and she felt a warm flow directly rushing towards her lower abdomen...
"You diverged your Qi! Spit it out!"
Tie Dan flicked his finger, striking Yu'er's stomach from a distance, making her "retch" a mouthful of turbid air, sending her into a backward somersault, almost rolling off the eaves of the pavilion, luckily stopped by the ridge beast, scaring her soul out.
