At that moment, the way the Winchester Brothers looked at Wu Heng had changed completely.
Stunned by his unfathomable strength and his detached composure, as though everything were under his control, they snapped back to their senses at his words. They nodded repeatedly, gathered their things, and returned with Wu Heng to the motel where they had been staying temporarily.
"The matter here is settled for now. My manor is closest to here, so how about we go there and rest for a while?" Wu Heng broke the silence with an invitation.
His tone was as casual as if they were discussing the weather rather than having just survived an encounter with death.
Sam and Dean exchanged a glance. Each saw the exhaustion in the other's eyes, along with the urgent need to sort through their chaotic thoughts.
Morik Manor was indeed the most convenient place to stay, though it was itself full of unknowns.
The two nodded without saying much and followed Wu Heng into the car.
When they returned to Morik Manor, it felt entirely different.
The oak doors slid silently open. Warm, dry air carrying the scents of aged wood and a faint fragrance washed over them. The dim lighting softened the room, while flames danced in the fireplace.
This time, the brothers' keen senses picked up far more traces of energy. They could also feel the power surging beneath the tranquil surface of this ancient residence.
Once dinner had been prepared.
A white tablecloth covered the long dining table, silverware gleaming brightly beside an array of exquisite, abundant dishes, from perfectly roasted ribs to fresh, succulent vegetables.
The beef had been freshly slaughtered and delivered, while every vegetable had been specially grown to order at nearby farms, all at the peak of freshness.
There was even