Chen Mansion, the back courtyard.
"Buzz——"
"Whoosh——"
Si Qin, holding food and drink, stopped at the entrance to the back courtyard, listening to the noises inside that frightened her so much she didn't dare to come any closer. There was just a door separating them, yet it sounded as if a gale was blowing inside.
She didn't dare to make a sound to disturb, gently put the things down at the door, and slipped away.
Another late autumn had come.
The thick layer of fallen leaves in the courtyard gradually gathered together beneath the Jiao Long-like dance of the long spear, eventually forming a golden tornado that swept through, shattering one flower bed after another, with the sound of popping and cracking continuously erupting.
