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The morning mist clung to the mountain path like a refusal to let go. Beyond the carved wooden gates of the Azure Cloud Sect, disciples stood in arranged lines along the main courtyard. Their robes were clean. Their postures were straight. From a distance, everything looked proper. Up close, the truth was harder to hide. The training posts along the eastern wall had not been replaced in over a year. Several showed deep cracks wrapped in fraying cloth to hold them together. The stone tiles beneath the disciples' feet were uneven, some cracked, others missing entirely where funds could not stretch to repairs. Even the banner hanging above the main hall — the pale blue cloud insignia of the sect — had faded unevenly, its edges worn thin by weather it should have been replaced seasons ago. Seo Eun-ha stood near her father at the center of the courtyard, her hands folded neatly in front of her. Her sword hung at her waist. Her expression was calm. Composed. The kind of stillness that came from years of discipline rather than peace of mind. She had been told only yesterday that today would be the day. "They will arrive before midday," her father had said. That was all the preparation she was given. Seo Seok-jin stood tall beside his daughter, his broad shoulders squared, his silver-white hair tied back formally. His face carried the same controlled composure Eun-ha wore, though the lines around his eyes had deepened considerably these last few months. To his left stood Seo Hye-jin, Eun-ha's mother, elegant and still, her own light blue gaze fixed on the gate. Neither of Eun-ha's parents looked at her directly. A murmur passed through the gathered disciples. Heads turned toward the road below the mountain. The sound came first — the low creak of heavy wagon wheels, the steady rhythm of hooves against packed earth, and the faint clatter of an armed escort moving in disciplined formation. Even before the first rider appeared through the mist, the sheer weight of the approach announced itself. This was not a small party. This was a merchant family demonstrating exactly what it could afford. Then the Jang Family crested the hill. The lead riders wore fitted dark leather armor trimmed in deep burgundy, the Jang crest stitched cleanly across each shoulder. The wagons behind them were reinforced hardwood, well-maintained, pulled by strong horses. Supplies. Goods. Everything carried openly enough to be seen by every watching disciple along the road. A statement made without a single word spoken. Near the front of the procession walked Jang Tae-hyun, the head of the Jang Family. The imposing older man moved with the quiet confidence of someone accustomed to being obeyed. His stern gaze swept across the sect grounds, taking in the cracked training posts, worn stonework, and faded banners without comment. At his side was Jang Mi-yeon, his wife. The elegant older woman maintained a composed expression, her attention moving carefully between the sect elders and the gathered disciples. Close to them was Han Seo-yeon, the Jang family's personal guard and the longtime bodyguard of Subaru. Tall and athletic, with long black hair tied into a high ponytail and striking light red eyes, she moved with the controlled precision of someone trained from childhood. Her hand rested near the sword at her waist. And among the Jang family's procession was Subaru. Seo Eun-ha's attention settled there before she could stop herself. Her jaw tightened by a fraction. So that was Subaru. Her fingers shifted slightly against the back of one hand. She forced them still. Seo Seok-jin took one step forward. His voice carried across the courtyard with practiced authority. "Welcome to the Azure Cloud Sect. We are honored to receive Head Jang Tae-hyun and his household." The words were correct. Proper. They left no trace of what they cost. Jang Tae-hyun stopped before the sect master and inclined his head. "Master Seo." His voice was calm, carrying the weight of a man accustomed to conducting negotiations rather than asking for permission. Behind him, the wagons came to a gradual halt. For a moment, the entire courtyard seemed to hold its breath. Eun-ha remained beside her parents, her pale blue eyes quietly fixed on the Jang family. She had spent the entire night imagining this moment. None of those imagined versions had prepared her for the reality of it.