บท 109: First Kiss

Transforming into a shadow, Wuyi effortlessly glided through the door and into the Sleeping Quarters of the female disciples and elders. Inside, female elders and disciples of the pavilion, both young and old, were engrossed in various tasks, illuminated by the soft light filtering through the windows.

Moving with the grace of a shadow, Wuyi ascended the stairs, his black cloak barely stirring the air. One elder briefly looked up from her embroidery, her eyes meeting the stairwell before returning to her work with a confused look on her face. A soft murmur followed him.

"They're not entirely deceived," he mused. "Who exactly are these women?"

The staircase spiraled upwards, designed to hinder any hidden attacker—a fact not lost on Wuyi. The gallery above was awash with light, even on this overcast day. Three disciples in grey robes leaned against the window casements, giggling as they observed the men in the courtyard below.