Rain's gaze followed Liu Lei as he turned and left the room. His expression remained cold and emotionless, as if he were a statue unmoved by the presence of others.
"So efficient... yet so distant," Rain mused, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the edges of the jade slips in front of him.
He stood alone now, the stillness of the room pressing in around him like an invisible weight. The jade slips on the table caught the dim light, their subtle glow casting faint shadows.
They were valuable, sure, but to Rain, they were mere tools—nothing more, nothing less.
"Xuan Dan Pavilion," Rain muttered under his breath, the name swirling in his mind like a distant storm cloud. "Qu Ke... what are you hiding?"
A thought struck him then.
Was their eagerness to acquire the Cold Spirit Grass genuine? Or was there something more beneath the surface?
He couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of something much larger.
