Yan Shuo's absolute house arrest brought a new season to the Azure Sword Sect. Summer had officially arrived.
Even at the high altitude of the master courtyard, the afternoon air grew warm and sticky. The peach blossoms had long since fallen, replaced by lush, green leaves that offered thick shade.
Yan Shuo sat on his jade cushion, which had been permanently switched from heated to cooling. He wore a very thin, breathable layer of white silk, but he still felt a thin sheen of sweat forming on the back of his neck.
He let out a slow, uncomfortable sigh. He was the Nightmare of the Ancient Era. He had once waded through rivers of boiling lava to retrieve a demonic artifact. But his current, fragile fifteen-year-old vessel was entirely intolerant to mild humidity.
"Miss Su," Yan Shuo called out lazily, fanning himself with a folded paper fan.
From the shade of the side pavilion, the fox maid quickly scurried over, her fluffy ears drooping slightly in the heat.
"Yes, Lord Yan?"
