The next morning, as golden rays painted the peak with hues of dawn, a familiar presence approached their courtyard.
It was the same Inner Court disciple who had guided them upon their arrival—a tall, good-natured youth named Lu Feng, tasked with attending to Lin Mu and his companions during their stay.
He wore a bright smile as he entered the open courtyard where Lin Mu was meditating beside the lake, Meng Bai was recording notes onto a jade slip, and Daoist Chu was lazily sipping a morning brew.
"You three have been summoned," Lu Feng said, clasping his fists politely.
Lin Mu raised an eyebrow. "Summoned?"
Lu Feng grinned. "By the Elders. A personal invitation."
Daoist Chu raised his cup, swirling the brew without looking up. "Ah. So it begins."
Meng Bai's lips twitched, his gaze flicking to Lin Mu. He tried to hold it in but ended up giggling, "You're in trouble now."
"I'm what?" Lin Mu blinked.
Lu Feng chuckled. "You'll see."
