When they ascended to the third floor of the palace, there was a door at the end of the hallway featuring a painting of a red dragon with beautiful golden antlers, resembling those of a deer, with its mouth open.
A maidservant bowed before them. "Master Byeong is expecting you."
As they followed her steps, they walked through masterfully decorated corridors. The maid knocked on the door almost mechanically.
"Enter..."
The maid pulled the door aside, revealing a room with an extremely elegant charm. The fragrant scent of tea mixed with delicate incense smoke covered the place, as if it were some sacred sanctuary.
"Ling Niang... Maid Mi-un... you may leave."
Ni Ni Layan watched as the two bowed, withdrew, and closed the door behind them. Her gaze was now fixed on a man with a thick beard covering half his face down to his neck, wearing white decorated clothes with a maroon robe. It was clear he was in the Mid-Stage of the Nascent Soul.
"Why are you standing there? You may sit."
