A flicker of complexity surfaced in Lucian's gaze.
"The Fourteenth Firmament is far from calm," he murmured. "Factions jockey, and even the Celestial Palace feels the strain. Master sent us below to temper our blades, and perhaps to prepare for storms above."
Lyria kept quiet for a breath. The torch-light caught a small tilt of her chin, then her lips curved, bright and sudden.
"Who cares?" Her voice flew out light as silver. "With Senior Disciple beside me, nothing can scare me. Let's join hands and pay Jared a visit. I want to see what mysteries that so-called chaotic force really holds."
Lucian watched the burst of sunlight on her face and, for a moment, the edge in his eyes softened.
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