"...The Fateless One."
Huh?
The soft, ethereal voice cut through the silence of the barren land, carried by the ever-present spatial wind.
Zhao Tian, who had been lying on the flat stone, jolted slightly, and his eyes snapped open as a faint ripple stirred the air.
He blinked, pushing himself upright 'Eleanor?'
As he stood up, the familiar shimmer of white light began forming in the distance... an elegant wisp of soul energy drifting towards them.
At this time, Yan Zijin also heard that voice and hurriedly stood up "Tian."
Looking at the soul shard flying towards them, she was dumbfounded.
Zhao Tian dashed forward to talk first, as he doesn't want Eleanor to blabber in front of Yan Zijin.
"Eleanor."
Huh? Eleanor was surprised to see Zhao Tian easily recognizing her and looked at him in confusion.
But then she realized and muttered, "Seems like you have met another one of my shards from a rupture."
