*Summit of Mount Hua, Monastery of Eternal Peace*
Dawn was barely breaking behind the steep peaks of Mount Hua, and this nascent light tinted the clouds with amethyst reflections that slowly stretched across the horizon. Inside the healing chamber, the air was still heavy with the scent of frosted lotus and the mixed sweat that the two occupants had left floating during the night.
Xuan BaiShe slowly sat up on the bed. He observed the sleeping silhouette of Zhi Mei. The Holy Templar, whose armor now rested neatly folded on a chair, displayed an unusual expression of peace on her face normally marked by martial discipline. Her long blonde hair was spread across the pillow like a trail of celestial light, and her eyelashes barely fluttered as she breathed deeply.
