Liuguang Sect.

  Everywhere, only silent winds were blowing. The forest paths, the river, the mountains everything was silent. Or rather, one could say everything sat crouching quietly in terror.

  On every tree, every path, every street, every house door... in every city, in every market, everywhere... only one thing was visible. Countless talismans were stuck everywhere, fluttering, falling, and flying in the wind. People sat inside their homes, terrified. Hiding.

  Even every road leading into the sect had protective amulets hanging from them, upon which mantras were inscribed.Every path, every tree, every branch, every house, every temple was covered in amulets, forming a sacred web of divine seals.

  But far from this sacred protection, in a noisy market hidden in a corner of the Liuguang Sect's city, Lin Chaoyuan's son, Lao Duan, was drinking wine with several girls inside a secret room. Talismans were stuck to the door of his room as well. Not just that, the entire market was secured by talismans. Or at least, so they thought.

  Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

  Suddenly, the door creaked open on its own.The amulets and talismans flew into the air and fell to the ground, and stepping over them, a girl walked into the room.She was not just a girl. Rather, she was a beautiful woman with the aura of an enchantress, as beautiful as a celestial nymph. Her gait was like that of a beautiful goddess, graceful and filled with pride. Her clothes shimmered like those of a princess from an ancient royal court. She walked in quietly, smiling. She said nothing. But her very presence halted the air in the room.

  The moment Lao Duan saw her, his mouth fell open in astonishment. He was captivated by her beauty. He immediately dismissed all the other girls, ordering them to leave the room.

  After all the girls had departed.He turned toward that beautiful woman and beckoned her to sit beside him. The beautiful girl flashed an enchanting smile once again and went to sit close to him. Her eyes seemed filled with a captivating spell. With just a single glance, Lao Duan was being drawn towards her.

  But there was something else in her eyes... a thirst. A deep, bloodthirsty silence. Like a storm hidden behind glass.

  And then, slowly... she reached out and gently placed her hand upon his shoulder.Lao Duan was rejoicing greatly. But this is often the nature of storms as well. They do not even give a hint of their arrival before they strike.

  So how could this beautiful silence truly be peaceful?