The evening sun cast long golden streaks through the latticed windows of Mo Han's stone house when a knock sounded at the entrance. Jia Kai moved to open it, and the familiar face of the senior servant lady from the Healing Tower appeared, her brows furrowed with unease. She stepped inside quickly, bowing politely before Mo Han, who sat cross-legged with a calm but sharp gaze.
"You came again?" Mo Han asked, his tone even, but his eyes scanning her expression.
