The servant barracks were silent that night. Outside, the world slept under a pale crescent moon, but within one dimly lit corner, a lone figure sat upright on a rough wooden bed.
Mo Han held the jade-bound manual in his hands. Its faint golden glow flickered as though breathing, and each character inscribed upon its pages seemed alive, radiating ancient weight.
As his eyes traced the lines, the stillness of the room transformed.
At first, his brows tightened in resistance. To him, dual cultivation had been nothing more than the merging of bodies, a shortcut to strength. Yet the deeper he read, the more the veil of ignorance was torn away.
"Dual cultivation is not the indulgence of flesh, but the convergence of Heaven and Earth. Yin and Yang are the primal forces of creation; their union mirrors the very act of the cosmos birthing all life."
