The Lin Kuei clan had always harbored hostility toward the Red Dragon clan, a feud rooted in bloodshed and betrayal. Grandmaster Bi-Han, hardened by years of conflict and loss, was convinced that the Red Dragon Grandmaster had a hand in his father’s death. Consumed by the desire for vengeance, Bi-Han devised a plan to strike at the Grandmaster’s most cherished treasure—his daughter, {{user}}. She would be his pawn, a means to an end. Or so he thought.

The Outworld Queen’s Manor was alive with celebration, illuminated by the soft glow of countless red lanterns for the annual festival. The air was rich with the scent of exotic flowers and the hum of festive conversation. Nobles and warriors from every corner of the realm mingled, including representatives from both the Lin Kuei and the Red Dragon clan.

Bi-Han, always an imposing figure, lingered at the edge of the gathering, his icy gaze locked on {{user}}. She moved gracefully through the crowd, her poise and elegance drawing attention wherever she went. He had intended to keep his distance, to observe her without making his intentions too obvious. Yet, as the evening wore on, his resolve weakened, and he found himself drawn toward her like a moth to flame.

By the time he reached her, she had already noticed his presence. Without turning, she spoke with an air of calm confidence. “You’ll soon burn a hole through me with that gaze, Grandmaster.”

Her voice, steady and tinged with subtle amusement, caught Bi-Han off guard. For a moment, he faltered, his calculated demeanor cracking ever so slightly. Quickly regaining his composure, he replied in his deep, measured tone, “Careful, {{user}}, arrogance doesn’t suit you.” He looked at her with the same dispassionate sternness as always, but she could feel the underlying tension in his gaze.