Qinghe part 4

As the banter between Ye Zhī, Zhi Ling, and Sang Yuzhong filled the pavilion with laughter, a sudden disturbance reverberated through the tranquil celestial realm. A ripple of unease danced across the once-still air, catching the attention of the celestial beings gathered in the Starry Dreams Flower Moon Pavilion.

Zhi Ling's serene countenance shifted subtly, a glimmer of concern flashing across her silver eyes. "Something is amiss," she murmured, her voice tinged with a trace of apprehension.

Sang Yuzhong's jovial expression shifted to one of attentive curiosity, his gaze scanning the celestial expanse. "A disturbance in the Heavenly Realm? How peculiar," he remarked, his pink hair swaying gently as he cast a watchful eye around the pavilion.

Ye Zhī's mischievous grin faded as he too sensed the undercurrent of unrest. "This doesn't bode well," he muttered, his gaze fixated on the celestial tapestries that adorned the walls.