As if on cue the door opened slowly. The person hadn't bothered to knock—as if whoever stood outside didn't need permission to enter.
All attention shifted instinctively.
A masked man stood at the threshold.
He was tall and broad-shouldered, and he filled the doorway without any effort. He wore a plain black mask that covered his whole face, hiding any expression. His suit fit him perfectly, the dark fabric shaped to his body, emphasizing a build that spoke of discipline rather than vanity.
Even standing still, there was something attractive about him. Like a weapon sheathed too carefully.
His gaze swept the room once—calm, measured, assessing—before settling on Grandmaster Wei Shewu.
"Oh, Karma, you are here. Come in," Grandmaster Wei gestured him to come inside.
The man stepped inside.
Each step was silent, as though he had long mastered how to move without being noticed—despite being impossible to ignore.
