Fire [2]

Fang Jingyi didn't hesitate.

In one smooth motion, she leapt straight out the window.

The breeze caught her as she hovered mid-air, robes fluttering around her like petals in the wind.

Though only mid-stage Qi Transformation, she held herself aloft for just a moment, long enough to cast a sharp glance toward the growing fire below.

Then she dropped cleanly to the courtyard with a firm thud, landing with the grace of someone far too used to dramatic entrances.

The ground cracked faintly beneath her heels.

Dust puffed around her slippers as she straightened, sweeping her hair back with a sigh.

Without a word, she strode toward the rising flames, the glow dancing in her sharp eyes as servants scrambled around her in panic.

"Make way!" one of them cried.

Another screamed, "Lady Jingyi's here!"

"Thank the heavens!"

"Wait—does this mean we're not getting punished?!"