Xiao Feng's fingers paused mid-scroll over a jade tablet when a sharp crack echoed through the chamber. He turned his gaze toward a crimson crystal embedded in the wall. It pulsed once, then shattered, releasing a ripple of light that formed a recording mid-air.
His eyes narrowed as the scene unfolded.
Xuefeng descended from the sky, a pair of luminous, milky-white Air Qi wings trailing behind him like a divine mantle. He touched down inside the Liu Clan's grounds with practiced grace, the wings dissolving into mist as his feet met the earth. For anyone else, it would've been a sight to celebrate. A prodigal return. But for Xiao Feng, it only drew a long, contemplative frown.
The recording faded, but he didn't move. His gaze remained fixed on the empty space, mind retracing every detail.
White hair. Sharper cheekbones. The subtle glow beneath the skin.
