Wang Bufan stood on the stargazing platform of Jixia Academy, looking at the crumbling star in the sky. The star had been flickering for seven consecutive nights, and every change of light and dark seemed to be sending some kind of message. He subconsciously touched the bronze pendant on his chest, which was the only relic left to him by his father before his death.
"Are you in a daze here again?" A crisp voice came from behind. Luo Qingxuan was dressed in red, with a strange-looking dagger at her waist. The scabbard was covered with precise gear structures.
"There's something wrong with that star." Wang Bufan didn't look back. "Look at its light. It flashes every seven breaths, and the interval between each flash is shortening."
