The cold air in the secret chamber seeped through the cracks in the bluestone floor. The tip of Gu Qinghuan’s blade, still frosted from the Northern Frontier, was pressing against the cloud pattern on the stone council table.
"Look." She lowered her voice as the back of her blade swept across the table, where the words "Idle Destiny" suddenly emerged—the previously scattered markings were now alive, interlocking and glowing with a faint, ghostly blue under the moonlight. Even the secret reports that should have been piled in the corner began to vanish, one by one.
Pi Yanlin leaned against the doorframe, unmoving.
Chapter 124