The sky above Kulu Capital was just beginning to lighten, a pale indigo wash creeping over the peaks as spirit birds chirped in the distance. Inside his modest courtyard, Kent sat cross-legged, meditating with deep, rhythmic breaths. The silence was absolute—until a faint hum echoed within his robe.
A jade slip shimmered with soft green light.
Opening his eyes, Kent channeled a thread of spiritual sense into it. A sweet, delicate voice—faintly mischievous yet noble—filled his mind:
"I am going to Pill King Market with my master today. There's an extra seat in the spirit cart. It's a three-day trip. Come if you want—but be prepared."
The voice belonged to Lin Lin.
