The unseen player

Chapter 11: The Unseen Player

The training grounds were empty by the time Ye Xian left. The cold air pressed against her skin, heavy with the scent of damp stone and rain.

But she wasn't thinking about the duel.

Her mind was on the presence she had felt—the watcher hidden in the darkness.

She had spent years in the shadows, stalking her targets long before they ever knew they were being hunted. She knew what it felt like to be watched.

And tonight, someone had been watching her.

Someone skilled enough not to be seen.

She adjusted the sleeves of her robe, stepping deeper into the quiet corridors of the sect. If she made a single mistake, she would be the next one on the chopping block.

And Ye Xian never made mistakes.

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A Warning in the Dark

She didn't head to her quarters. Not yet.

Instead, she took the longest path through the sect's inner halls, her steps light, silent. She moved as if she had no destination—but every turn, every shift of her pace, was deliberate.

If someone was following her, she would find out.

The rain had slowed to a drizzle, mist curling over the stone pathways. The glow of the lanterns barely cut through the darkness.

She passed the Moonlit Pavilion. The Hall of Records. The bridge over the koi pond.

Then, at the final bend before the physician's quarters—she stopped.

And listened.

Silence.

But silence could be a lie.

Her fingers brushed the inside of her sleeve, where a single poisoned needle rested between the folds of silk.

Then—

A flicker of movement.

A voice, barely more than a breath.

"You shouldn't be here."

Ye Xian didn't turn. Didn't react.

Instead, she tilted her head slightly, her voice calm. "Neither should you."

A pause.

Then—a soft chuckle.

Slowly, she turned.

A figure stood beneath the lantern glow, half-hidden in the mist.

Tall, dressed in dark crimson robes, a sword resting loosely at his hip. His posture was relaxed, but the sharpness in his eyes betrayed the ease in his stance.

Zhao Fengyun.

The Smiling Demon.

Ye Xian's fingers remained near her sleeve. An enemy—or something worse?

Zhao Fengyun tilted his head, watching her like a man who already knew all the answers.

"You move well for a healer," he murmured. "And you fight even better."

Ye Xian's lips curled into something that wasn't quite a smile. "You shouldn't make assumptions."

Zhao Fengyun stepped closer, slow and deliberate. A man who was used to being obeyed.

His next words were quiet, but sharp as a blade.

"I know who you are, Ye Xian."

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The Unspoken Threat

For the first time since entering the Azure Wind Sect, her pulse sharpened.

It lasted only a second—a flicker of tension before she smothered it.

Then she smiled.

"If you know who I am," she said lightly, "then you also know that threatening me is a bad idea."

Zhao Fengyun didn't stop smiling. "Who said anything about a threat?"

A pause.

Then—a flicker of amusement in his eyes.

"I'm only interested in what happens next."

Ye Xian studied him carefully. Zhao Fengyun was no fool. He wouldn't expose her carelessly—but he wouldn't have come here without a reason.

He wasn't working for the Azure Wind Sect. He had his own game.

The question was—was he here to help her? Or destroy her?

Zhao Fengyun exhaled softly, his eyes glinting in the dim lantern light.

"Let's make a deal, Ye Xian."

Ye Xian's fingers tightened slightly around the hidden needle in her sleeve.

But she was smiling when she answered.

"I don't make deals with demons."

Zhao Fengyun laughed. "Then it's a good thing I'm patient."

Then—he was gone.

Only the faint echo of his footsteps remained.

Ye Xian stood there for a long moment, the mist curling around her like a cage.

Zhao Fengyun knew.

And that meant everything had just changed.

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End of Chapter 11