The heavy, resounding clank of the Tang Estate's newly reinforced iron gates swinging inward finally broke the rhythmic rattling of the carriage ride.
"We have arrived, Young Master," Uncle Fu called out softly from the driver's seat, bringing the shadow-wood carriage to a gentle halt in the main courtyard.
Shen Yu exhaled a slow, measured breath. With the effortless control of a supreme predator, he seamlessly reined in his suffocating, dark aura, letting the calm, collected facade of the Tang Clan's young master fall perfectly back into place as he stepped out into the crisp night air.
Instead of heading toward the lavish warmth of his private chambers, his golden eyes shifted toward the estate's expansive martial training grounds. He didn't even need to expand his spiritual senses to know exactly where Lixue would be. The sharp, haunting whistle of steel slicing through the cold wind was a dead giveaway.
