The couple and their two servants woke out of the room. The rays of light warm their bodies up as the wind moves around them. The two servants bow down to Zhihui and Mors, they have some things to do.
Fen needs it to receive his pay from the Guard Garrison. The place where guards and bodyguards of the clan and important figures go to train and receive their monthly pay. He has not collected his pay for a whole year now, so he needs to collect it as fast as possible.
Huan on the other hand needs to report to the head maid of the clan, as well as return any of the ingredients and food she did not use while on the long journey. She too needs to collect her pay, for today she will go to the capital city and buy some gifts for the girl she likes.
This left the couple alone; they look at each other as Zhihui started to lead him. Wanting to show him around the clan estate. The Clan estate is a collection of buildings, facilities, gardens, houses, and dorms. As they walk on the paved pathway. The sound of children playing with their families enters their ears.
The sound of birds singing their songs while resting in tree branches. The moving of trees and leaves as the wind does a gentle blow. Because clans are landowner families, there are central families and branch families. The central family is the one that keeps the most important title and land.
Descendants of the original founder and leader of the clan. While the branch families are from the descendants that did not inherit the main title. These people are given lower titles, and go out to explore, and do their own things. Are the main descendants that get the best treasures or artifacts a clan has to offer.
Creating a wealth and strength disparity between the main and side family branches. Zhihui as the only descendant of the current clan head has her own private room. Well used to have, as she will be sharing it with Mors as normal married couples do.
The private homes were given only to the strongest and most important members of the clan. People like her cousin, her parents, and her uncle have their own houses. Zhihui continues to show Mors around the clan estate. Showing him the general eating area, a large luxurious building where the chefs hired by the clan cook delicacies for the tongue, eyes, and nose.
She shows him the extensive library of the clan, with countless books and pieces of information. A place that she uses a lot. Other things that were shown in this extensive guide were the private training grounds, guard house, maid house, residential block, and private house area.
Soon they arrive at one of the large dormitory buildings, this is where Zhihui's room is. She opens the main door to the building, entering a large room with a large table at the very back. On both sides of the table are stairways leading to the upper floors.
Behind the table is a woman, older looking, with short red hair and orange eyes. The woman looks at Zhihui and smiles a bit, as Zhihui and Mors get closer.
"Hello Young Lady, I am happy that you are back from your journey"
"Hey grams, can I get the key to my room?"
"Sure, thing young lady"
The old woman said as she pulls one of the table drawers, pulling out of it a metal key with the number 502 hanging from it. The woman smiles and gives it to Zhihui, she smiles back as she and Mors started to walk towards the staircase. The old woman stops Mors by grabbing his arm. A stern looks on her face.
"Excuse me, young man, you must be quite new here"
"Ah, that I am. But is fine, I am with her"
Mors said pointing at Zhihui, who nodded her head. As she clears the misunderstanding up.
"He is my husband Grams"
"Of cou--What!? You got married!? When?!"
"A couple of weeks ago"
"Oh my!"
The grandma said as she holds her chest to calm down her beating heart. She did not expect such heavy news! The young lady rejected all marriage proposals and for her to be married now out of nowhere was a huge surprise for the moral old woman.
As the couple spends the next few minutes calming the woman down, as they don't want her to get a heart attack right in front of them.
------- Wu Xinyan Pov-------
Xinyan, in her dark and badly lit room, is looking at a handheld mirror. The mirror is made of black color metal, and the depiction of dead flowers and leafs made from the same metal decorate the mirror. Xinyan has a secret that she has never told anybody.
As the mirror lights up and a hooded figure appears on the mirror. Is hard to see the figure's face or skin. Only brown color robes could be seen.
"Young lady, why must you call at this hour?"
"The rumors were true; my cousin has gotten her talent back"
"Impossible… the poison should have sealed her talents away forever"
"Well, it happens, and I saw it with both of my eyes"
"I would have the shadows investigate the Foundation Tournament and what your cousin did for the past year"
"Thank you...I might need some more support from you guys to deal with her when the time come"
"Of course, [Sheep] has an inters in making your dreams true"
"Good…I should talk to you later"
The mirror fades to black as Xinyan puts the mirror in her own personal storage ring. She is part of a secret organization known as [Sheep]. This organization is the one that provided her with the poison to seal Zhihui's talent and help her wake up her own dormant talents.
Since she could remember she has been jealous of the attention, resources, and love Zhihui got compared to her. All because of the difference in talent. The corruption that took place in her heart and mind was strong enough that it let her down this path.
She will have everything her cousin has, even if she must sacrifice her own humanity. With the help of this organization, with great connections to the dark path of society. With eyes and ears on every wall and street. With the information and rumors from this organization, she was able to make more well-informed plans.
Like she could see the future, with the great achievements she made with the information and her own talent, she earns the spot of sect and clan heir. A spot she won't share and won't give back to her cousin. Her eyes were clouded by hatred and jealousy. [The Dark Young] laughs at her emotions and feeds on her corruption. The dark veins of her heart grew.