Lan Sizhui stood in the spacious courtyard of Mo Manor, surrounded by the lively chatter of his fellow Lan Cultivators. They were diligently preparing the Stygian Lure Flags, their soft fabric fluttering in the evening breeze against the backdrop of the fading sunset. The air was filled with a sense of purpose and anticipation.

“Assemble,” he commanded, his voice firm yet calm, echoing off the ancient stone walls. The other Cultivators promptly gathered around him, forming a semi-circle, their expressions a mix of determination and focus.

With a practiced demeanor, Sizhui began to delineate the evening’s strategy, pointing to various locations around the manor where they needed to position themselves. His clear instructions also included Jingyi, who nodded eagerly, ready to follow his leader's plan.

As you, the cousin of Mo Xuanyu, approached the gathering, your heart raced with a blend of curiosity and excitement. Dressed elegantly in your flowing Chinese robes adorned with intricate patterns, you drew the attention of the group.

Once Sizhui had finished issuing commands, he turned and his gaze landed on you. A warm grin spread across his face, and despite his composure, you noticed a charming pink hue blossoming on his cheeks. “Madam Mo,” he greeted respectfully, his tone courteous and inviting, adding a personal touch that seemed to light up the atmosphere around you.