Xiao Fang followed the two elders through the towering doors of the Patriarch's Hall.
Inside, the space opened into a vast chamber supported by jade pillars etched with ancient reliefs—battles, treaties, and generations of Li clan history carved into stone. Lanternlight reflected off polished floors, casting a calm glow over the assembled figures within.
At the far end sat the Patriarch of the Li Family Clan, his posture upright and composed. On either side of him stood several men in martial robes—generals and commanders, their auras restrained but unmistakably seasoned by years of diligent training.
The man who had escorted Xiao Fang stepped forward.
"Patriarch, this is the guest who requested an audience."
The Patriarch's gaze settled on Xiao Fang the instant he entered. It was steady, weighing—not sharp, but deep.
