The Darkness writhed within him like a living thing, each pulse a thunderous echo in his skull. It wasn't mere discomfort—it was a constant battle for dominance, the shadow essence seeking any crack in his control to seep through.
"Don't worry, Lord Mo. I'll find an inner disciple to give you a tour," Elder Sun fretted, his anxiety visible as he scanned the courtyard. "It's best to find a male disciple, but where in the heavens did they all go?" The last part came as a frustrated mumble.
Then he sensed her—a familiar presence that made both his heart and the Darkness stir. "Elder Sun," Mo Xing's voice remained steady despite the war raging inside him. "How about that direction?"
"Ah?" Elder Sun's brows shot up. "That's the women's residence."
