Twilight fell over the Azure Sword Sect, painting the sky in deep shades of purple and bruised orange.
Inside the master courtyard, the glowing spiritual lanterns flickered to life, casting a warm, soft light over the blooming peach tree and the quiet koi pond. It was the picture of absolute, untouchable tranquility.
But sitting on his heated jade cushion, Yan Shuo felt a profound, chilling vibration echo through his very soul.
He didn't move a muscle. His eyes remained half-closed, his posture completely relaxed, leaning lazily against the trunk of the peach tree. To anyone watching, he looked like a pampered youth who was simply dozing off after a long day.
Internally, his ancient mind was racing at terrifying speeds.
Thump.
