Chapter 11: Eastern Ravine [2].
The maid returned swiftly, her hands carefully folded around a freshly prepared robe of midnight black, trimmed with silver along the cuffs and collar.
Fang Yuan’s travel attire as family head.
Woven with spiritual thread and reinforced with a thin inner layer of beast hide, it was designed not only for protection but to move fluidly with the body in high-speed flight.
"Your robe, Family Head," she said, presenting it with a respectful bow.
Fang Yuan accepted it with a nod, shedding his inner robe in one motion and slipping into the new attire with practiced ease.
The fabric settled against his frame like silk over steel.
He tightened the sash with a sharp pull, reached for his spatial ring, and attached his sword to the black jade clasp across his back.
As the final buckle clicked into place, his demeanor sharpened.
The calm of study and soft candlelight was gone, now only the wind of urgency stirred behind his dark eyes.
He gave the maid a single glance. "Ill remind you again, absolutely no-one. Not even my brother is allowed into the chamber."
"Yes, Family Head."