The journey back to the Tang Estate was a blur of silver moonlight and silent, high-speed movement. Shen Yu moved with the effortless grace, but his mind was a whirlwind of cold calculations.
Beside him, Meng Yan and Xu Yi sensed the shift in his aura; the playful, dominant lover had retreated, replaced by a focused strategist whose gaze remained fixed on the city walls like a hawk's.
As they slipped through the outer gates, the city was still humming with the chaotic energy of the night's violence. The acrid stench of smoke from the ruins of the Peng Estate hung heavy in the air, but around the Tang residence, the atmosphere was one of solemn, reverent protection. A massive crowd of citizens had gathered, holding flickering vigils and speaking in hushed, fearful tones about their "Golden Paragon's" safety.
