The celebration of victory lasted three days, as a festival with performances was held in the daylight, while fireworks lit up the skies and red lanterns illuminated the Sect in the evenings, the smell of delicious food and wine filling the air at all times.
The beauties of the Frozen Garden Palace could be seen walking the streets, not used to the festive mood, as the loud laughs of the monks of the Brilliant Sun Temple resounded in the background.
On the last day of the celebrations, as Wu Long stood with his Dao Family on one of the terraces of the Sect among the important guests, Song Lingfei approached him with a slightly meek look deep within her eyes, though her outward demeanor was still steeped in the etiquette of an Imperial Princess.
"Daoist Wu... is it possible to speak with you?"
Song Lingfei's soft voice fell with a bit of reluctance, as Wu Long's lips curled up in a smile.
"Of course, Your Highness"
