Midnight was approaching. I stood beneath the century-old locust tree in the southern part of the city, the Starfall Sword pressed tight against my lower back, its chill seeping through my clothes. A night wind swept through the treetops, rustling leaves like some kind of warning.
"Right on time. Not bad."
Yueyin’s voice came from behind. I whipped around, but there was no one there. Only when a flash of white drifted down gracefully from the canopy did I realize she had been waiting up in the tree for quite some time.
Chapter 118