Inside the Du Clan estate, a tense atmosphere permeated the air. Servants and guards wore solemn expressions; their hands tightened firmly around their weapons as if expecting danger at any moment.
No one spoke loudly.
No one dared to relax.
It felt as though an invisible storm was gathering over the entire clan.
Within the inner courtyard, the clan elders stood in a semi-circle. Their faces were grim as they stared at the tightly shut doors of a private chamber.
"Who can tell me what is going on?" the Du Clan First Elder asked in a solemn tone.
His voice was steady, yet the pressure behind it was unmistakable.
"First Elder, we are not certain," one of the elders replied cautiously. "All we know is that the young miss has lost consciousness."
A ripple of unease spread among the elders.
Many of them frowned deeply.
"How is that possible?" the First Elder asked, his confusion deepening.
