Chapter 17: Shame at Dusk
Cloudveil Pavilion shimmered under the rising moonlight. Crickets sang in the long grass, and the last warmth of the day clung to the jade tiles beneath Lin Mu's boots.
He waited near the far end of the reflecting pond, hands behind his back, posture straight—too straight.
His heart beat against his ribs.
His cock stirred beneath his robes.
He hated that it did.
He heard the footsteps first—measured, confident.
Yan Zhuo approached in pristine robes, the insignia of Ice Garden Peak bright against his chest. He wasn't a prodigy. Not by Jade Sect standards. Mid-core stage, average technique. But his walk carried the lazy confidence of a man who had already gotten what he wanted.
He bowed.
"Senior Brother Lin. You asked for me?"
Lin Mu nodded stiffly. "Walk with me."
They moved in silence for a few steps. Lin Mu's stomach churned. He tried to focus on his breathing.