Current Location: Mount Skyhowl.
Within the newly claimed Fang estate, the air carried a faint fragrance of spirit herbs and the steady hum of spiritual veins newly awakened beneath the mountain.
A simple yet dignified grand hall had been prepared for the first formal gathering since the clan's relocation.
Fang Yuan sat at the head of the long obsidian table. Beside him sat Lin Zhaoyue. Though she had at first protested against attending, in the end she still obeyed his quiet insistence and took her place.
Her gaze drifted absently across the hall, as if the very walls whispered echoes she could not remember.
Below them, the elders of both the Fang and Lin families sat in neat rows.
Despite the unity implied by the seating, tension hummed faintly, an inevitable mixture of gratitude, uncertainty, and awe toward the young man who had moved through mountains, quite literally, to save them.
