As the dusk light sank completely below the horizon, Pi Yanlin’s boot heel crushed the last withered leaf before the Spirit-Suppressing Pagoda.
Gu Qinghuan kept her hand on the hilt of her sword. The soft clinking of the Dark Iron Sword’s scabbard against the silver bells at her waist rang out with startling clarity in the silent pagoda grove.
She turned her head to look at him. "The gate isn’t locked."
Chapter 37