Haoran walked completely outside the grand perimeter doors of the Falling Blossom Villa, stepping into the quiet, cool night air of the secluded courtyard.
The distant, roaring commotion of Huo Yue and Xu Xiansu tearing the banquet hall apart was instantly muffled by the heavy arrays of the estate.
In that very instant, the empty space directly in front of his boots twisted, warped, and violently distorted, folding inward until it constructed a shimmering, stable spatial portal that vibrated with high-density gravitational force.
Without a single second of hesitation, his expression entirely nonchalant and calculating, he walked straight towards the swirling vortex and stepped through the threshold.
On the other side of the spatial leap, the harsh structural lines of the villa vanished entirely.
He found himself standing directly in the middle of a vast, breathtakingly beautiful hidden garden sanctuary.
