Eternal Night Mansion…
Inside Mo Han's stone house, the faint blue glow of a spirit lamp illuminated the tidy room. Scrolls, ink, and small beast bones lay neatly arranged on a table, the faint hum of runic energy rippling from them.
Mo Han sat cross-legged, reviewing his notes on the Inner Beast Spirit Art when a frantic pounding shattered the calm.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
He looked up, brow furrowing slightly. "Fatty…" he murmured.
Sure enough, the door burst open before he could rise, and Fatty Lambu stumbled in, red-faced, drenched in sweat, and grinning like a triumphant merchant. Behind him, two exhausted spirit mules tugged a small wooden cart stacked with sealed spirit pouches.
"Brother Mo!" Fatty panted, hands on his knees. "Your… your list... completed!"
Mo Han's brows rose slightly. "All of it?"
