Qin He lounged sideways in the seat of honor, his fingertips idly tracing the patterns on the Realm Patrol Token, his face still wearing that indifferent, distant expression.
Long Qingyun's soul shadow huddled within the Black Demon Banner and added, "That woman is called Su Mei. She should be arriving soon. Before Lin Yan died, he called her Mei'er. That's all I know. Deal with her carefully."
Just as Qin He was grumbling inwardly and preparing to ask more questions,
an exceedingly faint fragrant breeze silently drifted into the hall.
The scent was not strong, yet it carried a penetrating force, instantly overwhelming the sandalwood incense in the hall and lingering beneath everyone's noses.
The clamor and discussions came to an abrupt halt.
The air in the hall seemed frozen by an invisible power of laws, making even breathing cautious.
The servants standing at the sides, the younger members of the household, and even several elders of the Lin Household all silently retreated, their eyes filled with reverence and a trace of barely perceptible avoidance.
No one spoke. No one made a sound. Everyone's gaze turned, as though by prior agreement, toward the entrance of the hall.
Qin He's heart inexplicably sank.
He could sense that the presence behind that fragrant breeze, while inferior to his own, had still reached the peak of the Divine Bridge Realm. It was only one step away from the Other Shore Realm.
More crucially, this aura carried a bond inextricably linked to Lin Yan, nothing like the distant detachment of an outsider.
A figure slowly walked in.
The woman wore a pomegranate-red brocade robe, its hem embroidered with intricate fox patterns. The threads glimmered with faint spiritual light, and as she walked, her robes fluttered like flowing fire.
Her figure was graceful and willowy,