Chapter 9: Scrolls and Shadows
No sooner had Elder Jin departed than Mei Lin allowed the faintest curve to touch her lips. Her expression remained composed, but within her sleeves, her fingers tightened in satisfaction. The bait had been taken.
She waited until his presence had faded beyond the courtyard walls. Then, with practiced grace, she scanned the study. Her gaze fell upon a jade seal resting atop a stack of bamboo slips.
With a flick of her wrist, the seal vanished into her sleeve, tucked within an inner fold lined with concealment talismans. Without a sound, she slipped through a hidden side corridor, melding into shadow.
The Communication Chamber was empty, dim save for the soft blue glow of the dormant runes inscribed on the formation platform.
She activated the formation with a trace of her spirit sense, pouring a trickle of spiritual power into the etched array. Runes flared silently to life, and a phantom portal shimmered open, revealing a hazy void beyond.
From her sleeve, she withdrew a tightly bound scroll, ink still fresh upon its surface. At the bottom, Elder Jin’s seal burned in stark crimson.
"The time has come," she whispered, sliding the scroll into the portal. The moment it vanished into the void, the light faded, and the chamber once more sank into silence.
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Far to the west, nestled within a hidden valley wreathed in silver mist, moonlight poured over still waters and windless trees. Within a jade pavilion carved into the cliffside, a man reclined in silence. His hair flowed like ink steeped in indigo, his skin pale and serene like porcelain glazed in frost.
When the scroll arrived, he caught it before it touched the ground. His eyes narrowed as he unrolled it. Upon seeing the seal, a trace of disdain curled at the corner of his lips.
"Elder Jin? Has that old fool finally gone mad... or is this the game he wishes to play?"