In that quiet autumn rain, Mo Ke donned her Taoist robe, standing still with a gaze like a calmly flowing stream, emitting waves of might while her black hair wildly flew about.
Before her, Situ Danyue had long since vanished without a trace, including her subordinates who had followed her departure, the bluestone-paved streets returning to their former tranquility, left to the relentless fall of rain, landing in the crevices of the stones, forming the most aesthetically pleasing picture.
"Second senior sister, let's stop here for today, my sole purpose for coming to Chang'an is to capture our master and turn him into a flesh slave. No one can stop me; I meant what I said."
Her calm words, piercing through the expanse of autumn rain, fell into Mo Ke's ears as she held a lantern, her knuckles white, her brows and eyes revealing deep helplessness, followed by a long sigh.
"In the end, I couldn't stop her."
