The sky was thick with ink.
Candles had been lit throughout the hall, casting the courtyard in a brightness that mimed daylight, but still an oppressive and suffocating coldness weighed down upon the Enforcement Hall.
The guards could scarcely remember the last time the entirety of the Lotus Heart Pavilion had descended upon this place. Those pillars of the sect, usually so elusive, were now gathered in the hall; their dignified silhouettes visible from the courtyard.
The majority had been kept at bay, and with Gan Zifeng not yet returned, nobody presided over the Enforcement Hall.
"Close the door," Xiao Tingshu ordered solemnly, standing between the two corpses; after a long while, he spoke in a hoarse whisper.
With a quiet flick of a sleeve from someone, the two large doors swung shut, blocking the inquisitive eyes from outside.
Ten people in the room—six returned from Sword Belly Mountain and four from the back cliff, each with their own reason to remain here.