Mo Han walked with steady steps toward Elder Mei's courtyard. The evening light turned golden as it spilled across the Eternal Night Mansion, the yellow lanterns swaying in the breeze. His aura was heavier than it had been a week ago—his cultivation sharpened, his body steadier. Every disciple he passed instinctively moved aside, murmuring under their breath about the "pleasure healer" who had somehow turned into the most talked-about man in Red Silk City.
When he arrived, Elder Mei's personal disciple opened the door without hesitation, almost as if she had been waiting. "Elder Mei told me you would come. Go in."
Mo Han stepped into the spacious courtyard. Elder Mei was seated at a low wooden table in the center pavilion, her silver hair pinned high, her face calm but sharp, like a mountain that had stood through countless storms. She didn't look up immediately. Instead, she unrolled a long strip of cloth on the table.
