"Mo Han, wait—don't leave like this!"

Mo Han didn't turn. He had already made his decision. Her cries bounced against the hall's pillars, desperate, shameful, echoing through the Bai mansion like the cries of someone stripped of dignity.

Just as he stepped past the carved archway that opened into the main hall, another figure appeared from the opposite side. Bai Rui—the arrogant young master of the Bai clan—strode forward, his jade robes glowing faintly under the lanterns, his aura fierce and overbearing. He froze mid-step when his eyes fell upon the scene before him.

His proud, untouchable sister—Bai Gu, the flower of the Bai clan, always aloof, always disdainful—was staggering half-dressed behind a man he had sworn to hate.

That man was none other than Mo Han.

"You—!" Bai Rui's voice thundered, the veins on his forehead swelling in rage. His face twisted, the arrogance he usually wore now mixed with shock. "Mo Han, you dare step foot inside my home?! You dare touch my sister?!"

Mo Han finally stopped. Slowly, he turned his head, his gaze calm and cold, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. It wasn't a smile of warmth—it was a smirk of mockery, a blade that cut without drawing.

"Touch?" Mo Han's voice was low, steady, carrying through the wide hall. "Your sister begged me. I refused."

The words cut deeper than any sword.

Bai Rui's eyes bulged, his pride shattering as he turned to look at Bai Gu. "Sister… what is he saying?" His voice trembled, disbelief gripping him.

Bai Gu's face was flushed crimson, her chest heaving as she clutched her loose robe tighter. "Brother, I—I…" Her voice cracked. She bit her lip hard, unable to deny the truth. The silence that followed was louder than her words.

Mo Han's smirk deepened. "You should look after your household better, Bai Rui. Dogs barking in the street are one thing—but when your own kin kneel before another man… that is the real shame."

"You bastard!" Bai Rui roared. His aura exploded outward, filling the main hall with suffocating heat. He lifted his hand, golden qi forming into the shape of a roaring tiger. "I'll kill you where you stand!"

Mo Han didn't even flinch. He looked straight into Bai Rui's eyes, his own gaze steady as a mountain. "Try it," he said flatly.

The words carried no anger, no fear—only a quiet, unshakable confidence. The kind that made Bai Rui hesitate despite his boiling rage. His hand trembled, the golden qi flickering uncertainly.

At that exact moment, Bai Gu staggered forward, grabbing her brother's arm. "Brother, no! Don't!" she cried, her voice desperate. She pressed against him, half-clothed, her eyes glistening with tears. "Please… don't hurt him!"

Bai Rui's world collapsed in that instant. His sister—his proud sister, the jewel of their clan—was shielding Mo Han, the very man he wanted dead.

"Get out of my way, Gu!" he bellowed, trying to push her aside.

But she clung tighter, her robe slipping further, revealing the pale skin of her shoulder. "I won't let you hurt him! I won't!"

The disciples stationed at the sides of the hall gasped audibly. Servants exchanged horrified glances. None of them had ever seen the Bai siblings like this—one begging, the other burning with shame and fury.

Mo Han simply chuckled. A low, cutting sound that twisted the knife further into Bai Rui's pride. "What's the matter, Bai Rui? Your own blood is against you. It seems I've already won, without lifting a finger."

"You shut your mouth!" Bai Rui roared, his entire body trembling. He tried to tear free from his sister's grip, but her desperation only made him falter further.

Mo Han stepped closer, his gaze like a blade slicing through Bai Rui's fury. He leaned just enough to let his words sting. "You wanted to break me in the streets that day. Remember? Now look at you—struggling to stop your sister from running after me."

Bai Rui's chest heaved violently, his aura unstable. His teeth ground together as humiliation burned his veins like poison.

Mo Han straightened, turning his back without another word. He strode across the hall, his steps slow, deliberate, each one echoing in the silence.

Bai Gu tried to break free from her brother's hold, her voice desperate. "Mo Han! Don't go! Please!" She stretched out her hand toward him, her silk robe slipping dangerously low. Her face was flushed, her pride completely broken, tears streaking down her cheeks.

"Enough, Gu!" Bai Rui growled, forcing her back, shielding her half-exposed body from the gawking servants. His heart burned with rage and shame as he fought to restrain her.

Mo Han didn't even glance back. The smirk lingered on his lips as he pushed open the massive doors of the Bai clan's main hall. The night wind rushed in, swirling around him like a cloak. He stepped into the darkness, leaving behind the chaos, leaving behind Bai Rui's strangled pride and Bai Gu's desperate cries.

The heavy doors shut behind him with a resounding thud.

Inside, Bai Rui stood frozen, gripping his trembling sister in his arms, his heart torn between rage, humiliation, and disbelief. His teeth gnashed until blood seeped from his gums. "Mo Han…" he whispered, his voice seething with venom. "I'll kill you. Even if it's the last thing I do."

Bai Gu only wept softly, her body trembling against him, her lips still forming the name of the man who had walked away without looking back.

And outside, under the vast night sky, Mo Han walked calmly down the stone steps of the Bai mansion. The night air of Red Silk City was cool, perfumed faintly by the blossoms that hung from lantern poles.

Mo Han walked alone, his stride steady, his mind already leaving the Bai clan behind. He had no interest in wasting thoughts on Bai Gu's desperate cries or Bai Rui's broken pride. For him, it was just another storm passed—one of many he would weather on his path.

Yet fate had already prepared another trap.

At a quiet stretch of road, beneath the shadow of an abandoned pavilion, a figure stumbled forward. The faint glow of a lantern revealed a slender woman, her silk robes torn in places, her breathing ragged. She clutched her chest dramatically before collapsing to the ground with a soft cry.

Mo Han's sharp eyes narrowed. He could see the faint shimmer of energy around her fingers even as she lay sprawled. This was no ordinary woman.

Still, he approached, calm and unreadable. "What's the matter?" His voice was even, distant, like he already knew the answer.

The woman raised her head slowly. Under the lantern light, her features revealed themselves—Jumi, one of the famed beauties of the Eternal Night Mansion, disciple of Elder Park. Her eyes glistened with moisture as she whispered hoarsely, "Young master Mo Han… help me… I feel so dizzy…"

Mo Han's brow furrowed. He crouched slightly, ready to extend his hand. The very next second, Jumi's trembling fingers flicked outward—powder burst into the air like a cloud of golden dust.

The enchantment powder.

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