Chapter 237 Book 5 Scandalous
The early dawn mist hung low over the Azure Feather Sect, curling like silent serpents through the pines and around marble pillars. Dew clung to the jade tiles of the sect roofs, glistening under the pale sun. It was a day like any other—peaceful and serene—but the air buzzed with hushed whispers, the kind that preceded chaos.
It had begun at midnight.
Shrill screams tore through the old and forgotten courtyard, rousing disciples from their meditations and cultivation. But by the time patrol disciples arrived, the source of the sound had long since collapsed into sobs, and the pungent stench of strange odor, sweat, and something far worse covered the air.
