The notification arrived without sound.
Lin Yue had just stepped out of the training grounds' lower stairwell, the ozone smell of the practice floor still clinging faintly to his clothes, when the System window bloomed in front of him—smaller than usual, edged in a pale silver instead of the standard blue, and gone as quickly as it had appeared, as if it didn't want to linger long enough to be questioned.
[PRIVATE AUTHORITY SUMMONS]
[DESIGNATED PLAYER: LIN YUE]
[LOCATION UNLOCKED]
He stopped walking.
Around him, the corridor carried on exactly as it had a second before—two players arguing good-naturedly about arrow fletching, a vendor cart hissing steam somewhere near the east stairwell, the ordinary noise of a hall full of people who had all, at some point, nearly died and were doing their best to forget it between instances. None of them so much as glanced his way.
Which meant none of them had seen it.
