Chapter 217 Book 5 The Temple of the Chosen
A cool breath of earth greeted them as the tunnel opened wider, the carved stone walls stretching into an underground passage veined with glowing minerals. The silence deepened as Li An, Long Hai, and Yao Jian followed their guide—a poised woman in white robes with the symbol of twin clouds embroidered on her back. Her steps were swift but measured, echoing lightly against the ancient flagstones underfoot.
Li An walked silently, her senses alive. The air within the tunnel was not stale but instead thrummed faintly with energy—subtle and rhythmic, like a heartbeat. She could feel it tingling beneath her skin. Seedee, nestled invisibly on her shoulder in its current form as a small bonsai plant, whispered softly in her mind.
