The courtyard of the stone house was calm under the faint glow of moonlight. Yet within the tall chambers of the Eternal Night Mansion, Elder Park's face was anything but calm. Her disciple, a young girl with nervous eyes, stood trembling before her.
"You are telling me," Elder Park's voice was cold, sharp like ice, "that Mo Han—someone who crawled here from the backwater Pink Blossom Tree sect—saved a mysterious lady who was on the verge of death?"
The disciple nodded quickly. "Yes, Master. I…I followed your instructions to gather news. The senior servant of the Healing Tower accompanied him. Witnesses say he brewed a rare elixir—Night Lotus Elixir—and stabilized her crumbling dantian. Even the old healer present was left speechless."
Park's brows furrowed deeply. "Night Lotus Elixir?!" Her voice rose in disbelief. "That formula has been lost for centuries. And you claim a boy who entered my division barely days ago knows it? Nonsense!"
