Mestre Protetor: Discípulo Arrogante e Bichinho de Estimação Fofo

When the bird of night drew down the curtain of darkness, the imperial city of Lan was shrouded in blackness, the color of night the only shade left in the world. All was silent; not a sound could be heard.

Suddenly, a delicate shadow darted from the Luo residence, never once looking back, vanishing into the depths of the night. Moments later, a tall, slender silhouette slipped from the same gate, pursuing the smaller figure ahead.

Two shadows, one large, one small, sped through the night, swift as the wind and gone in an instant. No matter how quickly or how far the smaller shadow flew, the one behind always kept pace, never hurrying nor falling behind. With an easy, unhurried stride, as though strolling through a garden, the pursuer betrayed not the slightest hint of effort—revealing a strength beyond the ordinary.

Soon, the smaller shadow halted before a grand building. Upon its massive signboard, three gilded characters danced in majestic calligraphy: Supreme Pavilion.

In the moonlight, it was clear the figure was a girl of thirteen or fourteen. Though not yet fully grown, her slender frame in purple attire was graceful and exquisite; her eyes were as clear as water, her features as elegant as a painted beauty—a rare and lovely sight.

She glanced around, seeing no one in pursuit, but a flash of clever cunning gleamed in her eyes. In a blink, she slipped inside Supreme Pavilion.

Shortly after, the second shadow paused before the same building—a man of striking beauty. Clad in a robe of moonlit silk, his presence was languid yet refi