Piles and piles

The bell led them down the halls of the Hidden Mist Manor. Every turn was filled with the groans of the undead their footfalls languid and without aim. Yuan Xuelan gritted his teeth, his fingers wound tightly around his sword. The halls seemed especially narrow now, with Silei's destructive power buzzing in his palm. He still had yet to get a hang of the sword and realized with frustration that he could easily burn the entire manor to the ground with one breath of error.

Nan Chang stuck close to him and he could feel the slight tremble of her body against his. He felt a little sorry for her and probably should have taken Liu Sumeng's side back at the inn. So he tried to reassure her by placing his free hand over hers. She was quick to entwine their fingers.