by shenyuanheng
Shen Mu keeps a ledger. Every bowl of rice someone shares with him — recorded. Every knife in his back — recorded. Every debt, no matter how small, must be settled. Chosen by the prestigious Cloudhidden Sect for his superior Wood affinity, Shen Mu should be grateful. He is. But gratitude doesn't stop him from noticing things — a senior brother whose cultivation surges overnight and then collapses. An elder who smiles when his disciple loses. Energy pulses from the forbidden grounds that no one is willing to mention. The ledger was meant for debts. Now it's filling up with questions. And the questions are starting to point in the same direction.
