As evening cast long, bloody shadows across the devastated valley, the soft, fragrant light from the spirit-flowers within Wang Jian's sanctuary offered a stark, peaceful contrast to the world outside. The day's initial hunt had been a resounding success. Yue Lingshan and Chen Ying returned to the sanctuary, their movements weary but their auras sharp and victorious. They presented Wang Jian with their spoils: two dozen shimmering, palm-sized orbs, each containing a powerful, sealed spirit beast.
"Excellent work," Wang Jian praised, his voice a warm balm on their tired spirits. "Your efficiency was flawless."
He led them to one of the secure, empty chambers he had carved out earlier, one he designated as a temporary bestiary. The air within was cool and still. Liu Ruyan followed them, a silent, attentive observer, her veiled gaze fixed on Wang Jian, watching his every move.
