The two weeks trickled by like a lazy stream, but for Sword Fairy, it was a period of upheaval.
She had been unceremoniously ousted from her own palace, and the indignity of it all simmered within her.
Outside, the air was thick with the sound of clashing swords as Sword Fairy and Wang Wenshu dueled.
With razor-sharp focus, the two skilled fighters danced around each other, their swords singing through the air.
Wang Wenshu refused to admit defeat, but Sword Fairy's swordplay was simply too masterful.
She emerged victorious time and time again, leaving Wang Wenshu to nurse her wounded pride and challenge her once more in a desperate attempt to save face.
As Xia Tian slept, his dreams were filled with the comforting presence of his two daughters.
They lay by his side, breathing evenly and deeply as if they were in a trance. The peace of their presence was a balm to his soul, and he slept soundly knowing they were there with him.