"Luna—come here."
For a brief second, the figure in green remained still.
Then she turned.
The movement was unhurried, as if she had expected this moment long before it arrived. The deep green dress flowed as she walked forward. She passed through the masked guests without trying to stand out, but people still couldn't help noticing her.
Yang Lingyun watched, following every step she took.
She stopped beside Grandmaster Wei.
Up close, the details became clearer—her posture was elegant, and she stood with confidence. Even though she was masked, she still had a strong and noticeable presence.
"Master," she said softly.
Her voice was calm and slightly altered. It wasn't her usual voice. She had adjusted her tone so that no one would realize it wasn't natural and that she was just faking it.
Grandmaster Wei's expression warmed slightly as he gestured between them. "Ash," he said, "this is Luna. My most troublesome yet most capable disciple."
