Burning Sun Peak… Inner court…
Late night… The fire sticks were placed in line along the walls.
Inside the modest stone house near the 3rd aura tree, a faint lamp flickered. Fatty Lambu lay groaning on the bed, his body swollen with bruises and ugly purple welts.
Jia Kai sat by his side, watching over him with furrowed brows. Both had been awake the entire night, anxiously waiting for Mo Han.
The creak of the door startled them.
Jia Kai jumped up, her eyes narrowing in alert. But the moment she saw the masked figure step in, carrying a faintly glowing storage ring in his palm, her jaw dropped.
For a second, she stared at Mo Han in stunned gaze.
"You… you actually brought the storage ring back?!" Jia Kai blurted out, half relief, half disbelief.
"Brother Han!" Lambu struggled to sit up, wincing with pain. "Don't tell me you… you really—" His words stuck in his throat when Mo Han tossed the storage ring casually onto the table.
