Morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across Wei's room. He stood by the window, his thoughts still anchored to the dream, the image of his grandfather's solemn face fresh in his mind. The old martial arts order—remnants of a forgotten time—was now his next destination, a path that seemed both promising and perilous.
As Wei prepared for another day of training, he couldn't help but notice the strange pull he felt toward the book in his hidden compartment. Its presence was like a magnet, always drawing his attention even when it was tucked away. Something in the book wanted to be discovered, but Wei wasn't sure if he was ready to face all of it just yet.
When Mei Lan arrived at his door that morning, she noticed the shift in his demeanor right away. Wei had always been focused, but today he carried a weight that hadn't been there before. She greeted him with a soft smile, a quiet gesture that helped ease the tension he was holding.
