Chapter 52 Confession

Master Huangshi stood before the ancient stone tablet, one hand resting gently upon the worn surface of its carved script. His fingers traced the broken lines—like memory tracing time. Fragments of a world long gone.”

The wind stirred.

Moonlight spilled over his silver-white hair, casting him in a pale, quiet glow. He stood still, a solitary monument in the night, dignified and unmoving.

Behind him