The white marble steps in front of the Fengxian Palace were scattered with incense ash, gleaming with a ghastly pallor under the moonlight. No sooner had Shen Xitang’s embroidered shoes touched the first step than she heard the low, rhythmic chanting of sutras emanating from within the hall.
The sound rose and fell, at times like the murmurs of an old man, and at others like the weeping of a young girl.
"Careful." Xiao Heng’s Xiuchun Saber had already been drawn three inches from its scabbard, the blade reflecting the moonlight and casting a cold, silvery line across the stairs.
Chapter 99