Though it was the third watch of the night—the time when sleep is heaviest—so much had transpired outside, and everyone had been awakened. Lin Ziyin was certain she would not return to bed.
She entered the front yard to find that truly, everyone in the residence was awake—Master Hui Zhen and several medicinal monks were congregated in the main hall. Outside, the black-armored soldiers stood in solemn formation, the atmosphere thick with tension.
The entire residence was on high alert.
"Master Hui Zhen, what's the situation outside?" Lin Ziyin asked with a note of worry.
"I've sent Liao Kong and the others to gather information. They should be back soon." In front of Master Hui Zhen sat a pot of steaming tea, indicating no sign of worry. "Young Lady, would you like a cup?"
Lin Ziyin didn't ordinarily have tea this late, even more so when she was fraught with worry. Shaking her head, she flatly refused. "No thank you. I am worried the fire might catch onto the civilians' homes."