As Zhou Yao calmly uttered the name Everjoy Celestial Lord, an unusual ripple finally stirred within the silent villa hall.
Light and shadow slipped slightly out of alignment. The glow of the streetlights streaming through the windows refracted irregularly across the walls, dividing the entire space into bizarre geometric patches of color.
At the edges where light and shadow intersected, in places that had been empty, strange phenomena quietly began to appear.
Within the deep shadows in the corner, where even the lights could not fully penetrate, the boundaries of space began to blur. A figure dressed in black gauze slowly emerged on an empty high-backed armchair. She was a mysterious noblewoman, her face half concealed by a fine black veil, her eyes holding the depths of someone who had seen all life had to offer.
At the same moment, elsewhere in the villa, light subtly refracted behind the half-open bedroom door on the second floor. A figure in simple, elegant loungewear stood quietly there, like an ordinary young wife accustomed to waiting, her features bearing a gentle warmth and barely perceptible sorrow.
Near the edge of the long sofa not far from Zhou Yao, the air rippled like water. A woman with a cool, aloof air quietly took a seat. Her back was straight, her gaze distant, as though none of the commotion around her had anything to do with her.
In the dining area adjoining the living room, a graceful figure had appeared beside the dimly lit table without anyone noticing when. She was a girl brimming with vitality, idly playing with an empty crystal glass on the tabletop, undisguised mischief dancing in her eyes.
Four utterly different people, with four dispositions that could never have overlapped, appeared simultaneously and without the slightest sense of incongruity inside this