Chapter 11 - 7: Nothingness, After All, Emptiness
Across the waterway, in the distant teahouse, a pair of cold, clear eyes gazed at the procession of the Imperial Guards.
It was early morning, and the tea girl served tea to the group of Yin Sword Mountain disciples. They drank tea, heads lowered, whispering softly.
"Why is Senior Aunt Zhou acting strange today? Why hasn't she said a word and is just sitting in this teahouse?"
"Could it be that she likes the tea here? But this tea is mediocre—how could it compare to the thousand-year-old tea trees on the mountain?"
"Did you notice? As soon as she entered the teahouse, she went upstairs and kept looking in that direction, as if waiting for someone."
"Could it be that someone with deep destiny connection is here?"
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The disciples of Yin Sword Mountain followed her gaze.
Those fragmented whispers lingered seven feet behind the solitary, one-armed woman. Yet, as though she hadn't heard, within that seven-feet radius, she sat alone, with no one daring to approach.
If someone had been close to her, they'd realize that her gaze was layered with complexity.
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