The grand chamber of the Sixth Peak was silent, veiled in a soft, ambient glow from luminous spirit lanterns hanging like hovering moons on either side of the jade pillars. The rich fragrance of sandalwood wafted gently through the air, mingling with the faint scent of dew-covered orchids placed in porcelain vases near the walls. Moonlight filtered through intricately carved windows, casting delicate shadows across the gleaming obsidian floor.
Su Lan reclined regally on her phoenix-carved jade throne. Her long, silken robes of crimson and gold shimmered faintly with the breath of spiritual energy, the embroidery depicting heavenly dragons swirling around her curves. The afterglow of dual cultivation lingered faintly on her jade-like skin, a hidden flush of satisfaction beneath her otherwise cold and noble demeanor.
