Chapter 107

Zhi Hao walked through the gates of the Zhi Clan with calm steps. The guards escorted him respectfully, but he waved them off, signaling them to return to their posts. His eyes were not drawn to the clan’s grandeur or the curious gazes of the young disciples who watched him. His focus was singular: his mother’s grave. The evening sky began to turn orange as Zhi Hao arrived at the family cemetery of the Zhi Clan, where ancestors and deceased family members were laid to rest. He paused momentarily at the small gate of the cemetery, gazing at the neatly arranged tombstones on the small hill.