Shutong's space was filled with meals prepared by Master Fan. Shutong picked out two dishes, and after grabbing some fruit, she was pretty much set.
Once everything was sorted, Nian Shutong sent a message to Fu Yunhe but didn't receive a reply, which meant he was busy—either on the battlefield or training—so she didn't send another one.
With nothing particular to do, she took out her brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, ready to begin copying ancient texts.
Daodao had prepared the ancient texts, projecting them virtually into the void. Shutong scanned through them at a glance and started copying.
Each act of copying was also a process of calming the mind.
The light stayed on all through the night.
Despite having copied texts all night, Shutong didn't feel tired but still decided to get up and move her body in the courtyard outside.
Dawn was breaking, with the sun's rays still a bit lazy.
