As the first gentle rays of morning sunlight spilled over the Haoshu Dynasty, they touched the rooftops and spread down, casting a golden hue over the sprawling city.
In her room, Ming Yuelin felt the warmth on her face, the sunlight mingling with the faint chill of dawn. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the soft touch of sunlight lift her spirits as she leaned on the balcony rail.
Beside her, Xue Hua stood quietly, her eyes cast far beyond the Dynasty's walls, to where Zhang Yuan and Zhang Fumin had ventured the day before.
She hadn't spoken much since they had left, but her concern was evident in the way she clasped her hands together, her gaze unwavering on the distant horizon.
"I wonder what happened..." Xue Hua murmured, her words nearly lost in the light breeze that swept through the balcony.
Ming Yuelin could only sigh "I am sure nothing will happen to Master.. he is so powerful after all. But still, I am somewhat worried about him."
