In Bai Yujian's Chambers.
Bai Yujian leaned back in her chair, the scroll discarded on the table before her. Her gaze was cold, yet beneath her icy exterior, her thoughts churned like a turbulent storm.
"This night…" she murmured hoarsely, her voice trembling with suppressed rage, "…will haunt me for eternity."
Her fingers twitched as she struggled to remain composed. The memory of the letter burned in her mind, each absurd line rekindling emotions she had buried long ago.
With a sharp inhale, she rose, her expression hardening into resolve. "No," she muttered, gripping her parasol tightly. "I must speak to him. I can't allow him to continue down this path."
Her gaze drifted to the moonlit window. As an elder of the Xiantian Sect, she had faced countless love-struck disciples in her time. Her presence, radiant and unapproachable, had once sparked countless infatuations, some even leading disciples to abandon their cultivation.