"Forgive me, Sister."
Tian Shen blinked, heart pounding.
"Looks like the past won't let me go that easily."
Feng Yin raised an eyebrow.
"You planning to tell me what you saw?"
He smiled faintly.
"After we pass the trial."
But in his heart, he knew something crucial: the legacies of the Honoured Ones weren't just waiting to be inherited.
...
The second day of the Spirit Beast Trial dawned with the faint glow of silver sunlight piercing through a veil of thick, ghostly mist.
The mist hadn't dispersed overnight—it had grown denser, wrapping around the peaks like the breath of a slumbering titan.
Every leaf was slick with dew, every stone cold beneath the foot.
Tian Shen stirred from his seated meditation beneath the overhang, eyes opening with a sharp glint.
Across from him, Feng Yin quietly rolled up the talisman net she'd deployed through the night.
They had remained untouched while others screamed in the distance, their camps clearly not as fortunate.
