The elevator ride to the address's venue was steeped in silence, the hum of its ascent the only sound breaking the stillness. Feng Tian stood at the center, her gaze fixed ahead, her presence commanding, yet detached. To her right, Lin Mo Sheng stood like a sentinel, his unwavering posture mirrored by the three silent figures of his security team behind them. The stillness stretched with each passing floor, the silence amplifying the unease curling in her chest. It was the kind of quiet that wasn't soothing in the least—it pressed in on her, needling at the corners of her mind and stirring up memories she'd rather not revisit. Feng Tian exhaled softly, her fingers subtly tightening around the clutch in her hand as an unwelcome stiffness crept into the confined space.