Bai Zihan stayed in his room and didn't cultivate that day, which was unusual as he would normally spend all his time cultivating.
He looked at Mystic Moon Peak, serene and beautiful, as peaceful as ever.
But the peace didn't last long.
Before Bai Zihan could even enjoy a cup of tea in his courtyard, the sound of footsteps—organized and heavy—echoed from the entrance.
A group of disciples in black-and-silver robes arrived, led by a stern-faced elder whose beard looked like it had been chiseled from disappointment itself.
Behind him, two outer court guards and four inner disciples flanked him like they were ready to drag Bai Zihan off to a public execution.
"Bai Zihan!" the elder called out in a loud, commanding tone. "Come out!"
Bai Zihan raised a brow and casually stepped out from under the shade of his house.
"Who?"
He asked, without even a flicker of fear in his eyes, despite being surrounded by people who clearly weren't there for anything good.
