The Great Yan Empire.
Liam appeared back inside his VIP suite. The room was dark as always, the heavy curtains drawn tight against the outside world, but the shadows didn't bother him. He moved with steady steps toward the door, with his thoughts already set on the next task.
The corridor outside was quiet, the silence broken only by the faint flicker of lanterns burning in glass casings. He descended toward the lounge, his presence drawing immediate attention.
Eyes followed him and whispered voices immediately rippled through the chamber. Everyone knew who he was — or rather, what he had done. Blackstone had become a storm, and rumors traveled faster than arrows. Some gazes held fear, others awe, a few even hostility. But Liam ignored them all. He didn't need the validation or the scorn of strangers.
His attention fixed only on the attendant by the counter.
"How many days have I overspent on my reservation?" Liam asked calmly, his voice even, betraying no hint of emotion.
