Lin Tian didn't go back to his quarters.
He walked straight to the nearest guard post, a small watchtower overlooking the herb gardens. Two outer disciples in patrol uniforms were inside, warming their hands over a spirit-stove brazier.
"You," Lin Tian said, his voice cutting through the cozy quiet. "Fetch a containment litter. Now. There's a body in the Frostbloom patch."
The older disciple blinked, his mouth opening to ask a question, then snapping shut as he recognized who was giving the order. The aura Lin Tian wasn't even trying to suppress pressed against the small room like a physical weight. The man swallowed hard and nodded to his partner. They scrambled out without another word.
