The Eternal Night Mansion slept beneath a moonless sky. The night felt alive, breathing with the faint hum of the sect's vast spiritual barrier.
Within one of the inner courtyards, a single room still burned with light.
Mo Han sat cross-legged in the great hall, robes draped loosely around him. A single candle flickered at his side, its flame bending under his slow, rhythmic breath. The rest of the mansion had long succumbed to sleep — Jia Kai and Chi Kai in their rooms, resting after a long day of sect duties, and Fatty Lambu sprawled across his bed, snoring thunderously. His satisfied belly rose and fell with each breath, filled to the brim with the Wood family's exquisite delicacies — golden lotus cakes, steamed phoenix dumplings, and amber spirit wine.
But Mo Han was far from sleep.
Mo Han pressed his thoughts to access the memory of Leo Reynolds.
After spending a great time, Mo Han finally found what he needed.
