"I guess… it's time," Nero said quietly, a full week after his name had shaken the White Tiger Sect to its core.
By now, rumors had spread across the entire region.
Tales of his strength, his mysterious origins, his refusal to compete for sect leadership, and even the presence of his elusive and stunning companions had turned him into a living myth.
Even the elders spoke his name with a mix of respect, caution, and curiosity.
Nero stood up from his seat beneath the courtyard's spirit tree and looked toward the pavilion where his women were gathered.
The gentle breeze stirred the leaves above as sunlight spilled across the polished stone floor.
"Dress well," he said calmly, his tone leaving no room for questions.
Astrid blinked, raising a brow.
"What's the occasion, Nero?" she asked, lounging with her legs crossed, a book resting lazily in her lap.
Nero offered her a faint smile. "You'll know soon enough."
