The Dragon Brush Sect was a fortress in itself, unlike an empire that needed to separate its palace from its fortress—to protect its nobles.
After accepting Lin Diyu as his first disciple and appointing him War Judge of the Origin Court, Yang Lujia layered the sect's perimeter with Grand Scripts so complex that they governed the very concept of entry.
A Sixth Page cultivator trying to force their way inside would not just be repelled—they would be erased. The Grand Script locked space, sealed hostile intent, and isolated the lake from the rest of the Verdant Archive. The laws here were absolute.
Yet, Yang Lujia suddenly stopped spinning his Eternal Quill.
He did not sense an attack. The alarms did not sound. The Grand Scripts did not activate. Instead, Yang Lujia felt a sudden emptiness. It was the feeling of a reader turning a page only to find it completely blank.
He looked toward the bamboo grove across the small porch.
"Master?" Lin Diyu asked.
