Her residence was located near the innermost section of Prince Bay, where the security tightened with every checkpoint.
The guards stationed at the gate saluted respectfully upon seeing the university emblem hanging from Lana's bag.
Clearly, they didn't question mystic cultivators; one wrong move, and they'd offend someone with terrifying mystic abilities.
The mansion itself wasn't merely luxurious... it was intimidatingly pristine.
Snow-white walls, polished marble floors that gleamed under the golden evening light, and a silent fountain that ran crystal-clear water.
The silence here wasn't peaceful... it was heavy, almost watchful.
Mr. Crow perched on Lana's shoulder, feathers still uneven from the morning debacle. He flicked a sharp glance one way and then the other.
Lana didn't rush to enter the mansion; instead, she stood outside, and instead of rushing in or asking questions, she stared at the black aura clouding the entire residence.
