The golden sunlight fell through the narrow window of the Cold Night Inn, painting the wooden walls with warm streaks.
Inside the small rented room, silence hung heavy, broken only by the faint sound of Mo Han's steady breathing. He sat in lotus position on the thin mat, eyes closed, his aura faintly circulating like a calm river.
On the other side of the room, Jia Kai and Chi Kai were bent over a scroll spread across the table, whispering to each other as they exchanged cultivation pointers. Their brows occasionally furrowed, then eased as they tested small streams of qi in the air, smiling when they corrected each other's mistakes.
The door creaked open with a squeak. Fatty Lambu waddled inside, struggling with a tray twice the size of his stomach. Plates of steamed buns, roasted duck, pickled radish, and a mound of fragrant noodles were stacked high. The smell instantly filled the room.
