Eternal Night Mansion...
Mo Han sat cross-legged on the floor, the slow rhythm of his breathing mingling with the faint hum of spiritual energy that circled around him like an invisible mist. The world was silent — until a soft, hurried knocking broke through the calm.
Thud-thud-thud.
Mo Han's eyes opened. He rose smoothly to his feet and was about to move...
"Fatty…" he muttered.
Indeed, before Mo Han could even reach the door, it was already swinging open under Fatty Lambu's eager hand. The big fellow squinted through the dim light, his round face half lit by the lantern glow.
At the doorway stood a woman dressed in simple servant clothes. Her hair was neatly bound, her expression poised. The instant Fatty opened the door, she bowed deeply, her hands clutching a folded cloth letter bound with a delicate ribbon.
