The Silverwing caravan rolled through the open gates, their worn carts and ill oxen drawing more than a few curious glances from the servants and guards within.
Hong Yiting, led by the elderly man, stepped ahead of the group, leaving the caravan to be guided deeper into the estate.
Before long, they arrived at a grand residence nestled within the inner compound.
It rose like a palace—layered roofs, carved pillars, and polished stone that reflected the fading light.
"This is… quite large," Hong Yiting murmured under her breath.
The old man heard her and allowed himself a faint smile.
"Yes, Miss Hong," he replied, a trace of pride in his voice. "Our Yi family stands as the strongest force within Hallowfall City."
Hong Yiting blinked, realizing she had spoken aloud.
"Ah… indeed," she said, quickly smoothing her expression. "It's truly impressive."
The old man opened the door and as they stepped inside the atmosphere shifted instantly.
