Dawn had yet to break and Sha Lifei had long since returned to his room. He collapsed onto the bed, fully clothed and still clutching a wine jar as he snored thunderously.
In the room across the hall, Wang Daoxuan sat cross-legged, eyes closed as he focused his spirit.
Silence reigned in the dim and still courtyard as Li Yan remained in a horse stance beside the war drum.
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