Chapter 48

The peaceful peaks of the Feng Clan territory abuzzed. The main gate that stood tall at the base of the mountain. The aged wood riddled in barely discernable cracks amongst the exquisite carvings of phoenixes dancing amongst the cloud, Its surface bore the marks of time, yet the artistry remained timeless, exuding an aura of quiet dignity. The faint sheen of polished lacquer caught the light, making the phoenixes seem as if they were truly aflame, their wings poised for flight. Each carving told a story of resilience, as if the very wood carried the weight of the clan's history within its grain. Golden accents traced the edges of the phoenixes and clouds, subtle yet impossible to miss, whispering of wealth and power without the need for grandiose displays. Beneath the intricate beauty, the wood itself emanated strength, as though it had weathered storms and still stood unyielding.