Eternal Night Mansion...T
A lone carriage rolled slowly to a halt outside the sect's great gate. Its door opened, and Mo Han stepped out, dressed simply in a dark robe, his expression composed and calm as ever. He gave a polite nod to the driver.
"You may return," he said softly. "No need to wait."
The driver bowed and turned the carriage around, vanishing into the misted road.
Mo Han adjusted his robe and began walking toward his stone house, hands behind his back, the sound of his measured footsteps echoing faintly through the empty corridor. He preferred walking alone after nightfall — it helped him clear his mind, steady his energy, and maintain focus after long days of cultivation and responsibilities.
But tonight, something felt slightly… off.
The night breeze was carrying more than the usual scent of flowers. There was a faint sweetness to it — subtle, unfamiliar, faintly heavy. His steps slowed for just a moment.
