Wang Jingxuan slept very lightly and woke up about an hour later.
Lu Jing wasn't sure where her sense of joy came from. Later, she realized it might have been the music, the background music of the Dragon Gate Mansion. This tranquil sound of celestial strings truly had the power to calm the mind.
The music accompanied them at all times. Lu Jing knew they were likely just one street away, or separated by a single wall, unwilling to show themselves.
They left the courtyard and continued following the direction of the Weak Water above their heads.
Lu Jing noticed the sound again — claws scraping across the palace, monsters lurking in the shadows, ready to move.
Just like the elusive music, the monsters hidden within the palace were impossible to locate.
They might have witnessed Lu Jing slaughter the flood dragon, and therefore grew wary, too scared to reveal themselves. Instead, they climbed and watched endlessly.
