The Green Flag won.
"As you command, my Ji'an," Wangchen breathed softly, stepping aside and offering a deep, flawless, deeply reverent bow. "I shall guard the pavilion. The beasts shall not scorch your drapes. Return swiftly."
"I always do, Little Puddle," Ji'an smirked, stepping past him and out the heavy oak doors, internally letting out a hysterical sigh of relief.
She had successfully manipulated the endgame boss. Now, she just had to survive the wrath of God.
***
Once she was clear of the Azure Dragon Sect's perimeter wards, Ji'an didn't walk to the western ridges.
She pulled her cheap, woven palm-leaf fan from her spatial ring, infused it with a massive surge of kinetic Qi, and hopped aboard as it expanded into her luxury air-yacht.
She didn't lounge today. She stood at the helm, pushing the fan to its maximum velocity.
