The dawn light cascading over the Isle of Whispering Petals did not just illuminate a recovering sect; it illuminated a new order.
In the weeks following the disastrous "Night of Broken Strings," the Cloud-Peak Pavilion had transformed. It was no longer merely a luxurious guest residence; it had become the pulsing heart of the Fragrance Melody Sect, a center of gravity that rivaled even the Sect Leader's Orchid Palace. The disciples, once wary of male presence, now looked toward the pavilion with a reverence bordering on worship.
