Chapter 273 Book 6 A White Lie
Inside a gray-hued void hung a lone, sunless sky. Shattered moon-like stones floated far above the Beacon Domain, orbiting lazily like the debris of a long-dead planet. Among the suspended ruins and distorted temples etched with half-forgotten runes, the largest floating island anchored what remained of stability—a broken but thriving camp of cultivators.
Within the main camp, inside a large tent of woven silver-threaded beast-hide, Li An stirred from her position on a straw bed. Her white inner robe was stained with dried blood from a wound that had shattered some of her ribs three days ago when she fought against a weird creature while helping the Chi cultivator Khamet, a Sunblade Sect warrior from the distant desert empire of Phrana.
