Night deepened, and outside the window, the chorus of cicadas mingled with the occasional chime of wind bells in the courtyard. The tranquility was so complete, it felt as though the entire city had been shut out beyond a distant veil.
Cen Wenyu lay sprawled across the softness of the bed, his hair slightly mussed, lazily leaning against the headboard as he scrolled through the list of participants for the upcoming Blood-Seizing Secret Realm on his light-brain.
He was finalizing the roster from their special department for the event.
"So—" Hang Zhongxuan's voice carried a low note of doubt as he emerged from the bathroom, still towel-drying his hair. Damp strands clung to the curve of his collarbone, adding an edge of oppressive presence to his aura. "Leander's going into the Secret Realm too?"
