Nightfall at the Temporary Sect Outpost.
The night was calm, the air cool with the crispness of the mountain breeze.
The makeshift tents of the Beast Taming Sect formed a quiet enclave, their flaps gently fluttering in the still night.
The campfires flickered, casting dancing shadows against the earth, as the sounds of quiet chatter and laughter drifted in from a distance.
But far away from the hustle and bustle, in the quiet solitude of the forest's edge, Tian Shen and Feng Yin found a moment that was just for them.
The soft rustling of leaves above them was the only sound as they walked through the shadowed grove.
The moonlight streamed down in silvery beams, painting the world in gentle hues of blue and white.
Feng Yin's steps were light, her expression soft, but there was a tension in her gaze—an unspoken expectation that hung in the air.
