A day had passed since Mo Han first stepped into the Eternal Night Mansion. The sect was already beginning to stir like a restless ocean at the arrival of the new disciple. His aura, his looks, his composure—it was as if a rock had been thrown into a placid lake, ripples spreading through every corner of the sect.
Whispers spread in dorms, gardens, and training fields.
"Did you see him? That's the boy Elder Mei took in directly."
"They say she even gave him a stone house in her private garden."
"Impossible… no one gets such treatment unless they are bedded disciples. But that one? He ignores everyone!"
"He's like a lotus leaf… no matter how much water falls, not a single-drop stays. Cold as ice, yet everyone wants to touch him."
Even the elders' disciples, proud daughters of noble clans and cultivated beauties raised to entice, began to feel restless.
