Yang Mi took a deep breath, steadying herself.
Then—
"Alright… I will do it."
Her voice was firm, yet beneath that resolve was a flicker of vulnerability.
"If it's to uncover the truth about my brother's enemy and to protect him—because I trust my brother—then I take a Blood Oath."
Reon's gaze sharpened.
"That's very like you, Yang Mi," he mused inwardly.
Reon had a strong feeling that Yang Lie no longer saw him as a threat—perhaps, in his eyes, Xue Taiyang wasn't even worth a passing glance anymore.
But caution was a habit Reon wouldn't abandon.
Yang Mi, if she revealed the true extent of her cultivation, was stronger than Yang Lie at this moment.
If things ever took a wrong turn, at least he would only need to deal with Yang Lie—not both of them.
And at this early stage of the story, the protagonist had yet to befriend any powerful allies.
If by some chance Yang Lie wanted to eliminate him, Reon was confident he could protect himself.