Following those events, a sense of mundanity settled over the surroundings. Nero graciously accepted the rewards bestowed upon him, but his departure was swift, declining numerous invitations from elders eager to mentor him.
The allure of becoming a personal disciple held no sway over him. Retreating from the bustling crowd, Nero found himself in a new courtyard, one nestled within the heart of the inner disciples' court.
The aura here was distinctly different, suffused with a richer spiritual essence compared to his previous abode.
Yet, for Nero, who had transcended mortal levels eons ago, such nuances held little sway over his consciousness.
Instead, he had luxuriated in the intimate company of Nova Snow, their liaison extending from the soft light of dawn to the gradual descent of twilight.
Their entwined bodies danced in the symphony of passion, weaving a tale of desire and fulfillment that consumed them both.
