Late night…
At the Cold Night Inn, Mo Han rested like a man with not a care in the world. Fatty Lambu, however, tossed and turned, groaning with nightmares of Bai Rui returning with an army of guards. Jia Kai stayed vigilant, while Chi Kai clung to her blanket, secretly smiling every time she thought of Mo Han's cold, domineering figure facing down Bai Rui.
By dawn, the golden light spilled across the city roofs. The group prepared early, mounting the spirit crane and the mountain eagle, and headed for the gates of the Eternal Night Mansion once more.
The sect loomed at the eastern end of Golden Silk City, its towering walls lined with dark silk banners fluttering in the morning breeze. The guards glanced at them, but said nothing—they had already heard rumors of the strange sword art on the sect's trees.
