Han Soi's muscles turned taut. The moment the word "Temple" left Yue Yue's lips, a dark, suffocating pressure filled the room.
He knew this was coming, but he had hoped for more time.
Usually, the Celestial Bloom Rite didn't happen for another two months. Why had the invitations been sent out so early?
Was the Temple getting restless, or had they sensed something unique about the surge of spiritual energy lately?
He looked down at Yue Yue. She was still clutching his shirt, her small hands trembling slightly.
Guilt washed over him like a cold tide. This was exactly why he had wanted to keep her hidden. This was why he had hated that her face was leaked during the kidnapping incident.
He had tried so hard to keep her in the shadows, but the world and that bastard brother of his, Han Ruyan, had dragged her into the light.
