A Letter from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect

Tang Hao closed his eyes. He neither agreed nor objected again.

He knew that any objection was futile.

He knew his own body best.

This time, he had truly fallen. For a while, he could go nowhere and do nothing.

He had become a trapped beast shackled inside a cage. All his pride, all his hatred, could only burn silently within that powerless shell, tormenting his soul.

And Tang Yuehua quietly watched over him outside the cage, both his warden and his only support at this moment.

She looked at Tang Hao's tightly furrowed brow and felt the faint warmth from his palm, along with the barely perceptible tremor. The secret, forbidden attachment in her heart spread quietly through each day of care and companionship, like moss creeping through a dark room.

At least, at this moment, he belonged entirely to her.

Vulnerable, real, in need of her.

That was... enough.

In Notting City, Yu Xiaogang's office.

Yu Xiaogang bent over a pile of spread-out manuscripts, his brows tightly knit as he tried to find a more perfect theoretical foundation for a question Cinderella had raised about Soul Power compression amid those obscure texts.

Just then, there was a light knock on the office door.

"Come in." Yu Xiaogang did not even raise his head. He assumed some student had come to ask another question. After all, in the eyes of those students, his title of Master still carried considerable weight.

The door was pushed open, and a figure stood silhouetted against the light without entering directly as usual.

Yu Xiaogang looked up in confusion and adjusted the glasses on his nose. When he saw what the visitor was wearing, his entire body froze as if he had been struck by a binding spell.

It was a lean, capable-looking