Chapter 39
Author: Odessa
last update2026-09-11 18:02:41

The atmosphere in the Cloud-Step Sect had shifted from peaceful morning meditation to the frantic, high-stakes energy of a stock exchange floor.

Disciples sprinted back and forth between the kitchens and the front gates, carrying steaming wooden trays laden with clay cups.

The sweet, earthy aroma of brown sugar and tea leaves hung heavy in the air, a scent so intoxicating it seemed to draw people from the neighboring provinces like moths to a flame.

Dimas stood in the center of the chaos, check
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