C26 The Auction

In the secluded courtyard room of the Transport Inn, Zhang Yu's eyes fluttered open. A night of dedicated cultivation had left him not weary but invigorated.

He glanced out the window to see the dawn breaking, its pale light mingling with the last haunting calls of nightingales.

Exhaling softly, Zhang Yu rose, refreshed from his morning ablutions, and stepped into the courtyard