With a gentle wave of Dharma Master Hong Jue's sleeve, the vast scene of the starry clouds receded like a tide, and Chen Sheng felt the Power of Laws around him soften as familiar carvings and beams replaced his previous view.
It was the assembly hall where the Jiuli Mansion members awaited post-State Competition.
Inside the hall, Dragon Saliva Fragrance burned with a calming aura, its smoke rising to weave into a faint mist beneath the sky-map of Yun State drawn on the vault above.
Mansion Master Bai stood by the western window, gazing outside at the attendant pruning Spiritual Bamboo in the courtyard, his figure as straight as a pine.
Chen Xihua, Venerable Wuyue, and other prodigies of Jiuli Mansion were gathered nearby, speaking in hushed tones, clearly having waited there for quite a while.
With a swish, several gazes simultaneously fell on Chen Sheng.
