Yun Lintian finally relaxed his grip on Long Qingxuan, though their fingers remained intertwined. His gaze swept across the ruined battlefield before settling on Tang Wei's liquid form below.
"Who are you?" Yun Lintian asked, his voice calm but firm.
Long Qingxuan glanced at Tang Wei and added, "He's been imprisoned here for a long time, just like me."
Tang Wei floated forward, his liquid form rippling slightly as he bowed. "This humble one is Tang Wei, former Protector of the Celestial Pavilion."
Yun Lintian's brows furrowed. "The Celestial Pavilion?"
His mind immediately went to the faction he had entered the ruins with—the Celestial Pavilion led by Lan Huiqian and Jian Kun.
Long Chen, sensing Yun Lintian's confusion, stepped forward and cupped his fists respectfully. "Senior Yun, Senior Tang is referring to the Celestial Pavilion of the Sacred City of Origin, not the faction outside."
Yun Lintian's breath hitched.
Sacred City of Origin.
