While the Head Manager intercepted Wu Wang en route, back in the northwest corner of the God of Spring's Temple...
Wu Wang had been absent from the Heaven Palace for a few days, and Young Master had rearranged the place. She had torn down the walls at the corner and planted some vines and other plants, using a bit of Divine Power to rapidly nurture a small garden. Rock waterfalls adorned the area, and the swing beneath the trees, alongside the hanging baskets, created a charming scene, leaving Young Master quite satisfied.
She was well aware of Qingluan's flight to the Southeastern Region.
Somehow, Young Master just felt a tightness in her chest, as if she had lost something, or perhaps nothing at all, yet an unpleasant feeling lingered deep inside.
Perhaps this was what living beings called jealousy.
The swing swayed gently. Young Master leaned against the vine serving as its rope, lost in thought, humming a simple tune.
