The courtyard was quiet, bathed in the gentle glow of lantern light. Even in this secluded mountain, the sounds of music, cheers and festivities from the various mountain peaks still rang softly.
The cool evening breeze carried the faint scent of night blooming flowers, rustling the edges of Feng Jiao Xue's robes as she stood beneath an old withered tree trying to consolidate her constitution.
The realm within the ring is ideal for cultivation but she needs to stabilize the Qi in her first. She can feel it, just a slight push further and the can fully enter the fourth rank.
Her fingers lightly traced the edge of the stone as she sits in a lutos position. Long thick curtains of lashes fluttering open to reveal calm black eyes that reflects the stars in the sky as she gazed up at the moon, its silver light casting soft shadows across the courtyard. Her face now free from the horrid make up that replicated her burns. Instead, laid bare, was her real face.
