"Let me see you off."

When the laughing was done, Yin Yajun walked to the door and bowed with great care.

Several young Xuanyue City disciples outside the courtyard could not help stopping to look in.

They saw that far-famed Heaven-Sword Immortal Maiden turn back with a certain helplessness. "It is hard on you."

Then she paced out of the courtyard, and with her two Heaven-Sword guards was soon gone from the City Lord's residence.

"……"

The young disciples exchanged a glance, and each let out a rather desolate sigh.

To look at it, Xuanyue City had suffered no demon calamity at all, and the three hundred cities under its hand were as prosperous and lively as ever.

In truth a single decree handed down by an immortal sect had sent its real standing plummeting; now the merest gesture from a dragon grandson could press the City Lord until he could not breathe.

And today the last hope had come to nothing as well.

They had all grown up beside their young mistress, and could only watch as she married away into the open ocean, perhaps never to set foot on land again.

"What are you standing about for? Go and see to your own work."

Yin Yajun squeezed another smile onto that delicate face. "I am going to be married, not buried."

She waved her sleeve lightly, motioning them away.

Several Xuanyue City disciples quietly clenched their hands, their voices unsteady. "We will all cultivate with everything in us… we will not fail our young mistress."

"What foolish talk."

Yin Yajun covered her lips and laughed lightly, turned slowly, pushed the door open and went in.

She was composed on the surface; but the two palms hidden in her sleeves carried a tremor nobody could have caught, and closed the door slowly behind her.

Once the eyes outside were shut away.

She crouched gently down, her shoulders shaking — a girl who from childhood had never once left Xuanyue City.

Yin Yajun truly could not imagine what a deathly and terrible place it must be beneath that shoreless ocean.