Back at Forgotten Waters sect, Li Meirong had waited and waited in her cabin, and then waited some more. That night, she had clutched the blanket to her side, her fingers gripping fabric tightly in anticipation for Senior Zhu's return. She remained in a state of turmoil until the early break of dawn.
As her vision gradually turned blurry and she could no longer keep her eyes open, sleep finally relieved her of the pointless expectation and her eyes closed, not to open until noon.
When she woke up hours later, her grogginess had been eradicated by a quick wash of her face. She grabbed the small hand mirror and assessed her own reflection. The lucid orbs had lost their bright lustre, the eyes that had misted over with passion only the night before were now glinting with the cold fury of a woman scorned.
