With everything agreed upon, the group separated to pack their belongings.
Chang Le kept all her worldly possessions inside her storage bag, so there was little else to prepare. She looked down at the pitch-black mirror surface, a wave of genuine sorrow rising from the depths of her soul. Filled with indignation, she wrote three letters, blew them into crane feathers, and watched them vanish. Only then did she turn and head toward the designated meeting place.
Zhong Zhuanyu was already waiting there with her people.
Chapter 54