Li Qingmu's days on the peak turned adventurous.
By daylight he was the quiet man living in a modest abode on the far edge of the peak.
Far enough that no one expected him to wander toward the sacred inner residences.
He cultivated openly in his courtyard and greeted passing sisters with polite nods.
Things that kept his presence unremarkable.
By midnight, he became something else entirely.
He would wear black stealth robes and fly silently across the moonlit peaks until he reached the hidden tunnel Madam Chen had shown him.
The stone-faced female guards at the main gates never saw him since the tunnel opened directly into her private chambers in the best way possible.
Every night it was the same.
He stepped from the darkness into a soft lantern light and saw her waiting.
The untouchable peak master will be seated primly on the edge of her vast bed in a thin silk nightdress, silver hair loose over her shoulders, cheeks already faintly pink with anticipation and shame.
