Chapter 231 Book 5 Gi Ania's Fall
The air inside the old courtyard grew heavier with every passing second. The clouds rolled overhead, casting gray shadows over the moss-covered stones and cracked paving beneath the guests' feet. Within the manor's peeling walls, behind a closed wooden door, echoed the low, unsettling sounds of groaning and soft, breathless moans—unnatural, yet undeniably human. Faces tensed. Bodies froze.
Li An was nowhere in sight.
Moments earlier, she had dragged the limp body of Gi Ania, her face pale from the expertly-applied pressure strike that knocked her unconscious, through the open door of the room. The cloying incense smoke that curled from the brazier inside the side room had already begun to stir the slumbering men sprawled across the floor—six outer sect disciples and one particularly groggy Mein Shou. The scent was subtle but insidious, designed to agitate the senses, drive the body to need, and blur the lines of reason.
