Night had fallen over the Immortal Living Pool Mountain, bathing its ancient peaks and sacred lakes in silver luminescence. The wind carried a strange unease—whispers of unseen ripples spreading through the currents of fate.
In a quiet corridor near the eastern sanctum, a lone female servant in humble robes crept toward the quarters of Elder Liam. Her face was pale, her breaths shallow, and in her trembling hands, she held a jade slip that burned slightly at the edges as though it carried secrets too heavy for mortal tongues.
Elder Liam sat within his chamber, his aged eyes closed as he meditated with an open scroll of formation patterns in his lap. The knock on the door was timid but urgent.
"Enter," he said calmly.
The door opened, and the servant stepped in, kneeling immediately, her forehead nearly touching the floor. "Elder Liam… I overheard a conversation between Young Master Lee Dong and… and the Hua family Patriarch who is from Kulu nation.
