Madam Cold Fang led Han Yu down a side corridor, far from the noise. As they walked, Han Yu could feel her cultivation clearly now.
Not Core Condensation, not Nascent Soul but stronger... Much stronger.
Every step she took felt like the mountain itself moving.
And for the first time since entering Frost Plume Town, Han Yu felt something close to true danger.
But instead of fear, he felt interest.
This town, it seemed, hid more than just courtesans and hunters.
As Madam Cold Fang led Han Yu through the pavillion, he found it to be nothing like the rest of the Frost Lily Pavilion.
Outside, there had been music, laughter, silk curtains, perfume, and warmth.
Here, there was only quiet.
Not the peaceful kind either, but the kind of silence that felt layered. As if sound itself had been peeled away again and again, until nothing could pass through.
Han Yu felt it immediately.
'This...'
The arrays.
They were everywhere.
