Elder Park sat in her dim-lit chamber, her fingers tapping the lacquered armrest of her chair. The incense curling from the bronze burner before her failed to calm the storm in her chest. Word after word had reached her ears all day long:
"The new healer… Pleasure Master… women moaning under his touch… crowds flooding the Healing Tower…"
Her teeth clenched. The name repeated in her head like a curse. Mo Han.
She slammed her palm on the armrest, cracking its surface.
"How… how is he doing this?!" Her eyes burned with frustration. "He came from that wretched Pink Blossom Tree Sect, rejected once by me, punished with impossible manuals—and yet… he dares to gain popularity inside my Eternal Night Mansion?!"
