C102 The Tavern

In the early morning, the horizon was painted red by the dawn's first light, which then slowly unfurled into a brilliant display of radiance.

At the pinnacle of the loft, Chu Hen stood in a loose-fitting robe, hands clasped behind his back, his demeanor serene. As he breathed in and out, wisps of the world's light transformed into a delicate purple mist, which Chu Hen absorbed with measured ease