บท 39: Sword Dance

Vanguard Training Hall.

Ai Hui dragged the rattan chair into the garden and plopped himself down in satisfaction.

The quiet hall, the gentle light reflecting off the calabashes, the bright moon…they all made him feel exceptionally comfortable and calm. No clamor, no battle, no tension. His body and mind were both relaxed, making him feel slightly lazy.

When he had been in the swordsman school, he had enjoyed spending the nights like that—he would empty his mind, completely at leisure and carefree.

The rattan chair rocked on as the moonlight caressed his body. He was facing the open entrance. The noise coming from outside would pass through the deep alley and become muffled by the time it reached the training hall, but it added a touch of liveliness to the night.