Silence reigned for the night, until the fourth quarter of the hour of Mao.
As the first rays of sunlight scattered across the endless yellow soil from the East, the rhythmic and resonant calls of the watchmen echoed throughout the city, breaking the dormancy of a whole night in Zhenxi Prefecture City, which began to stir back to life.
When Xu Yuan crawled off the bed, Li Junwu was sitting cross-legged on the inner side of the bed, draped in an ornate embroidered outer garment, cultivating.
Jia Yi, on the other hand, leaned against the window, the large yellow dog sleeping at her feet. Her face was serene, faintly watching the sparse passersby on the street, with an indiscernible tiredness below her eyelids.
For now, this Goddess's cultivation had only reached Soul Condensation, and she was yet incapable of twelve-hour rotations.
Still, ever since Xu Yuan had lain down last night, she remained seated upright on the wooden stool without moving for the entire night.
