The room of Kyrian was silent.
He remained in silence, eyes closed, breathing slowly, as if still seeking connection with that blank book that had changed his mind.
The clear and cold sensation he had experienced hours ago had already disappeared, but the memory of it still pulsed in his mind vividly.
Suddenly, Kyrian heard three dry knocks echoing on the door outside the courtyard.
He opened his eyes slowly, frowning.
'Who could it be?'
Kyrian left his room, turned his face slightly, observing the room next door through the open partition.
Yanyu was still seated in cultivation position. Cultivating in complete silence and focus.
Her body emanated a soft and cutting, yet stable, pressure. She was completely concentrated, as if she had forgotten the outside world.
On her lap, the small white fox slept deeply, curled up like a ball of snow. Its breathing was calm and steady, with no sign of waking anytime soon.
