C107 Heavenly Secret Sect

Outside the tranquil study, a striking figure stood, her head bowed in a complex mix of emotions. Moonlight draped her in a silver gossamer shroud.

This was Chenhong.

"Come in," a raspy voice called from within.

Chenhong entered the study.

Seated at the desk was a middle-aged man in official garb, his temples graying and a goatee framing his stern face, exuding an air of innate authority