The courtyard was quiet, bathed in the warm hues of the setting sun. The last golden rays of light cast elongated shadows across the moss-covered stone path, giving the entire sect a tranquil, almost dreamlike atmosphere. The distant chirping of spirit birds echoed in the air, accompanied by the gentle rustling of breeze-kissed bamboo.
Inside a quiet garden corridor, Meng Hao stood tall, his figure relaxed, but his gaze was sharp. At this moment, he held Li Yao softly in his arms, her body still trembling faintly from the emotional storm that had just passed.
A faint smirk touched his lips.
"Good... things are moving in the right direction. But I must not get careless. I can't show too much satisfaction. I have to stay calm and composed. My goal is clear—extract everything I need about her mother."
The momentary glint of cold calculation in his eyes quickly vanished, replaced with a warm smile as he gently patted her back.
