C144 The Third Palace Lord's Blackmail

After a night's rest, Ye Bufan stepped out the door into a world blanketed in white, the warm sunlight casting brilliant reflections on the snow. He inhaled deeply, the moist air filling his lungs with an ineffable sense of refreshment.

Leaving the Martial Arts Hall, Ye Bufan had spent two days processing his insights. Now, he appeared more incisive yet understated. Without close scrutiny