Ace, carrying both Liu Mei, and Shan Yifeng stepped into a wide hallway, though it felt more like a ceremonial room than a simple corridor.
The ceiling arched high above them, supported by old stone pillars marked with faded carvings.
Soft blue light glowed from orbs fixed along the walls, giving everything a muted, dreamlike tone.
The air was still, heavy with a strange pressure, as if the room itself was holding its breath.
In the center, the stone floor leveled out into a circular clearing.
A young man sat cross-legged there, perfectly still, eyes closed. His presence was calm, but it carried an odd tension, like a blade hidden beneath silk.
"I've been waiting for you," he said quietly, without opening his eyes.
Ace came to a halt.
Shan Yifeng froze beside him, eyes narrowing with caution.
Liu Mei leaned forward from Ace's arms, squinting curiously.
"Hey… he kinda looks like Sister Soho. Is he one of her brother?"
