Meng Hao's body remained stiff, seated on the edge of the luxurious bed as he heard it—a faint click, subtle yet distinct, echoing softly through the opulent room. His eyes immediately shifted in the direction of the sound, locking onto the massive double doors carved from jade wood at the far end of the chamber. The polished brass handles glinted in the ambient light like dragon eyes, and the heavy doors slowly creaked open.
It was the same room. The same unfamiliar place where he had awoken only moments ago, surrounded by extravagance that exceeded even the residences of Nascent Soul cultivators within his sect. Every detail here—from the silk-hung windows to the celestial pattern carved into the ceiling—reeked of high status and ancient wealth. And now, someone had entered.
He narrowed his eyes cautiously, prepared for anything.
A figure stepped through.
