The night air outside was crisp, carrying the faint scent of pine and mountain mist. Lanterns glowed dimly along the winding paths, their light swallowed by the vast silence of the peaks.
Tian Lei walked without hurry, but each step was deliberate. Mu Qinxue's words still lingered in his mind. Marked. If it was true, then traces of the foreign power could already be etched into his qi. He needed to confirm it.
