Moments later, Chen Yi returned to Spring Lotus Garden.
He fetched a basin of hot water and quickly washed up in his room. Changing into a fresh robe, he finally felt much more refreshed.
This downpour was even more ferocious than the ones from early summer.
If not for his proficiency in Martial Arts, he would have surely caught a chill from walking for over an hour in the rainy night.
After a brief rest, Chen Yi went to his study. He lit the two candles in the room, used their flames to light the oil lamp on his desk, and then sat down.
He poured water and ground the ink.
The night was deep outside the window, while the room was cast in a dim, yellow glow.
Although the rain pattered ceaselessly against the roof tiles, Chen Yi's mood remained unaffected.
Moreover, as he ground the ink, his mind grew increasingly tranquil and serene.
Everything he had seen and heard tonight—some of it with his eyes, some with his ears, and some of it had settled deep in his heart.
