Chapter 4 Plans
"I trust I've made myself clear this time, Aurora," the overpowered villain said, his dark form materializing just steps away from her trembling figure.
His voice was calm, yet it carried the weight of an undeniable threat, a chilling finality that sent a shiver down her spine.
Aurora stood frozen, her gaze fixed on the swirling wind where her master once stood, now reduced to nothing but a memory.
The air still crackled with the remnants of his death, an unbearable silence filling the void where his presence had been.
Her heart ached, grief tightening her chest as fresh tears streamed down her cheeks. She blamed herself—there was no excuse for her failure.
She, Lady Aurora Harlow, a cultivator who had walked this earth for over a thousand years, had failed in her most crucial moment. The guilt was suffocating, a heavy weight pressing down on her soul.
Her master had trusted her, and now he was gone, his life snuffed out like a candle in the wind.
Anger quickly followed, fiery and unforgiving, as she cursed herself for her naivety, for not foreseeing the inevitable outcome.
Taking a deep, steadying breath, she forced the storm of emotions to the back of her mind. Her tears ceased, and with a practiced grace, she wiped the remnants from her cheeks, reclaiming the poise and dignity that had always defined her.
Slowly, she turned, her gaze hardening as it met the eyes of her adversary. He stood there, tall and unyielding, his aura suffocating yet eerily calm, as though her master's death had meant nothing to him.
But to her, it meant everything.
"I understand. I know what needs to be done now," she said softly, her voice cold and controlled, though the fire of vengeance now burned in her heart.
Still, Aurora knew she had to bide her time. She hadn't lost hope—far from it. Even now, her mind was already racing, formulating plans to counter the calamity that had befallen her and her clan.
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One day later, a miracle swept through the Harlow clan. The masters and elders, who had fallen into a deep, inexplicable slumber, were suddenly healed and fully recovered.
Their awakening sent ripples of relief throughout the clan, revitalizing the once-crippled family and restoring a sense of stability to their worried clansmen.
It seemed as though a dark cloud had been lifted, and for the first time in days, the Harlow clan stood tall once more.
However, what followed was even more mysterious. Just one week after the miraculous recovery, the people of the Harlow clan made a bold, unexpected move that left everyone bewildered.
"Quick! Summon the elders immediately! No, call the patriarch if you can!" a frantic voice rang out, breaking the usual calm of the clan grounds.
A guard, wide-eyed and breathless, shouted as he sprinted to the gate, his panic evident in every hurried step.
He had seen something that no one could ignore—a long, unending procession, stretching far beyond the horizon, moving toward their stronghold.
His heart pounded as his eyes locked onto the unmistakable banners that waved in the wind, emblazoned with symbols only too familiar to him.
The sight chilled him to the bone. This wasn't just any march—it was the arrival of one of the five great clans of Lotus Grove City. And it wasn't just any great clan. It was the Harlow clan itself!
Thirty minutes later, the Harlow clan's formidable procession finally reached the gates of the Thorne clan.
Their arrival was nothing short of intimidating—a sea of elite cultivators, banners held high, and a palpable pressure that weighed heavy on the air.
The guards at the gate could feel it in their bones, the sheer force of the Harlow clan's presence, and they exchanged nervous glances as they scrambled to alert their superiors.
At the gates, a tall, imposing old man stepped forward to meet them, his eyes sharp despite his advanced years. His aura was no less commanding, exuding the authority of one who had led the Thorne clan for decades.
"Greetings, Patriarch Darius! To what do we owe this visit today?" he called out, his voice ringing out strong and steady, betraying no hint of the unease brewing beneath the surface.
Behind him, the elders of the Thorne clan stood in formation, their faces etched with concern.
Even the clan's defensive formation had been activated, its subtle hum now thrumming through the air as protective wards shimmered faintly around the perimeter.
The display of power from the Harlow clan was enough to set everyone on edge, and the Thornes knew they had to be cautious—this was no casual visit.
Yet there was an underlying irony that none dared to speak of. Even without the show of force, Patriarch Darius alone could easily flatten the entire Thorne clan if he so chose.
His power was legendary, and no one in Lotus Grove City doubted that the Harlow patriarch was a force of nature in his own right.
But despite this, the Thorne patriarch remained resolute, unwilling to back down. His eyes flicked over to Darius, the tension thick in the air.
He knew that, logically, resistance was futile. But logic did not account for honor. The Thorne patriarch would fight tooth and nail—hell, even spit if it came to that—to defend the dignity of his clan.
It didn't matter how overpowered his adversary was; to surrender without a fight would be a disgrace too great to bear.
His people looked to him for strength, and he would not let them see fear in their leader, even in the face of overwhelming odds.
"Hold your horses, Patriarch Leander. We're not here for conflict or war," Patriarch Darius said, his voice calm yet commanding.
"We're here to ask for a marriage alliance. Our Lady Aurora Harlow wishes to be wed into your clan. She has taken a liking to a boy named Quinn Thorne. Summon the boy now—I'm quite curious to see why a noble lady of my clan is so fond of him."
His words sent shockwaves through the gathered crowd. The tension that had been building suddenly shifted, turning into disbelief.
Murmurs rippled through the ranks of the Thorne clan as everyone tried to process the unexpected turn of events.
Marriage? Lady Aurora, the pride of the Harlow clan, wished to marry into their humble household? It was unheard of!
Even the stern-faced elders exchanged confused glances, while Patriarch Leander's expression flickered with surprise before he quickly regained his composure.
For all his preparation for a potential conflict, this was a development he had never anticipated.