Bab 95: The Private Garden

Wang Jingyuan slowly walked down the path through the sect, wandering around aimlessly. Stone lanterns lined the path, casting glowing pools of light on the ground every few meters. The night was quiet, with the only sounds being cricket chirps and her soft footsteps. All the buildings were dark inside, and the lanterns hanging outside swung gently in the night breeze. The pupils were sound asleep. The world had gone to bed, and she was the only one awake.