Shaking his head in amusement, Yang Chen headed to the bathroom. He washed his face, brushed his teeth, and ran a hand through his still-damp hair.
He then focused his mind for a moment and teleported straight to Nyx's mansion.
When he arrived, he found himself in the familiar quiet sitting room.
Nyx was already there, seated gracefully at the low tea table. She wore a simple black silk robe that clung lightly to her figure, and a steaming cup of coffee waited in front of her.
Yang Chen settled onto the cushion beside her, picking up his own cup. He took a slow sip, savoring the rich, bitter taste, then turned to look at her properly.
"Are you really sure, Nyx?" he asked, his voice calm but carrying a trace of concern.
He studied her face for a second before adding, "Did the bonding ritual stop abruptly?"
Nyx nodded once.
She lifted her cup to her lips, took a small sip, and only then answered. "I don't know the reason behind it, but the ritual stopped all of a sudden."
