The carriage door creaked open, and he stepped onto the stone ground, followed by his sister and their advisor.
Jaha took a step forward, "Please come this way, our leader eagerly awaits your presence." His brows furrowed slightly as he uttered those words. Ha-joon missed it, but Hae-won, with her eagle eyes, caught it before Jaha had time to relax his face.
They walked up the long, winding steps that led to the Grand Hall. As they entered the room, Namgoong Ha-joon didn't know what to expect. Of course, he knew a sect as big as the Blood Moon would be brimming with power and opulence. The Grand Hall was coloured in black, red, and flecks of gold. It was grandiose but also unassuming. It wasn't a place that was flagged with unnecessary attention, but you couldn't help but marvel once you were inside.
