Kyrian returned to his courtyard late at night.
The city was still alive. The lights of the spiritual lanterns shone like fallen stars, the sounds of music and laughter echoed through the streets, and flying boats still crossed the illuminated sky.
But Kyrian preferred to return and sleep rather than explore further that night. He would still have plenty of time to do so over the coming days, and his body longed for rest after such an eventful day.
He carefully stored the Rank Six recipe inside his spatial ring, feeling the weight of the ancient scroll in his hands before putting it away.
He sat quietly for a few minutes, simply gazing at the small garden. The night breeze gently swayed the leaves, creating dancing shadows beneath the moonlight.
His third dantian remained stable, pulsing with a steady rhythm. The flow of Qi was much smoother than it had been days earlier, like a river that had finally found its proper course.
