Morning came with birdsong and betrayal.
Lin Fan sat at the edge of the pond, knees pulled to his chest, eyes staring blankly into the rippling water. He hadn't slept. He couldn't sleep. Not after the night before. Not after hearing…
"I can feel it inside me…"
His soul trembled just remembering it.
He clenched his fist. Trembled.
This wasn't just personal.
It was war.
He stood abruptly, trembling with righteous fury, still wearing yesterday's wrinkled robes, hair wild with madness.
Today was the day.
Today, he ended Hei Long.
—
The Courtyard – Moments Later
Hei Long stood in the sun-drenched courtyard, shirtless, sleeves of his inner robes tied lazily around his waist. He was practicing some stupid, slow, elegant sword form, probably designed to make women fall in love and men feel insecure.
Lin Fan charged him like an unhinged bull.
"YOU!"
Hei Long didn't flinch. Didn't turn.
"I heard you," Lin Fan spat. "Last night. In my sister's room."
A pause.
