Silence dominated Tian Ling's majestic palace, an imposing structure that stood proud in the heart of the Mystic Realm. The rays of the setting sun filtered through ornate windows, creating golden patterns on the polished marble floor. In the center of the main hall, Tian Ling sat in a lotus position, his serene expression masking the storm of thoughts raging in his mind.
The recent experience with his future self deeply troubled him. The images of that cruel and merciless version of himself lingered in his memory like a disturbing shadow. "How could I become that person?" he thought, his brow furrowed with concern. "What choices would lead me to such a transformation?"
Yue, the small true dragon, hovered nearby, her silver scales shimmering under the twilight. Perceiving her master's unrest, she approached cautiously.
"Master, is something troubling you?" she asked, her melodious voice filled with genuine concern.
