After bidding his companions farewell, Tian Ling returned to his palace, the weight of recent events heavy on his spirit. The wide, silent corridors, typically a refuge of tranquility, now seemed stifling, mirroring the turmoil he carried within. Walking slowly, he headed to his cultivation chamber, where he sat in the lotus position, letting the serene environment begin to soothe his mind, like a gentle breeze dissolving his tension.
As he took a deep breath, he allowed his thoughts to drift back to the memories of the last battle. With his heart still uneasy, the intense and threatening scenes played in his mind with haunting clarity.