Yun Lintian followed Yun Ling through the winding paths of the Yun Clan compound, a serene smile gracing his lips.
They reached the entrance to his courtyard, a quaint haven nestled amidst a grove of jade bamboo. But as Yun Lintian approached the familiar gate, he raised his brow in surprise.
Yun Ling, ever vigilant, picked up on his unease. "Young Master, is something wrong?" she asked, her voice hushed.
Yun Lintian raised a hand, silencing her. He closed his eyes, focusing his senses inward. There it was, a faint hum barely perceptible to the untrained eye. A formation, a cleverly concealed one at that, lay dormant around the perimeter of his courtyard.
A cold smile played on his lips. Someone had been trying to spy on him. Without a doubt, Yun Qinghong was the number one suspect.
