The days that followed were tense. Wei devoted himself to training, immersing himself in the martial arts manual his grandfather had left behind. Each movement felt heavier, more significant, as though the weight of his lineage pressed down on him. Mei Lan remained by his side during his daytime training, observing him quietly or joining in. Her presence was a steady anchor, even though they couldn't speak aloud.
Every night, they returned to the Midnight Pawnshop, but the atmosphere had shifted. After Madam Wu's visit, it felt as though the air hummed with an unseen presence, waiting, watching. Wei couldn't shake the feeling that the medallion was at the center of it all.
