Elsewhere…
A shadow courier from the Hall of Whispering Blades disappeared into the night with a rolled parchment sealed in blood—Kent's name etched in crimson.
The bounty was placed.
The hunt had begun.
And across the realm, blades began to stir.
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Divine Herb Mountain… [The place here Kent healed the ancestral naga]
The moon hung low over the gentle slopes surrounding Divine Herb Mountain. Just before the ascending trail forked into the mountain paths, a quiet wooden house stood nestled beside a calm stream, its chimney puffing out slow breaths of smoke into the night.
Elder Jill of the Immortal Living Pool Academy had chosen to halt her journey here, far from the grand towers of cultivation and the shrieking blades of sect politics. The Lova household was humble, but serene—an old home maintained by an even older bond.
