The emerald prison hummed with latent power, its glow unwavering despite Yin's threats. Ning Yue stood motionless, her jade-green eyes reflecting neither fear nor anger—only the calm certainty of the World Tree itself.
Yin studied her reaction, his abyssal eyes glinting with amusement. When she still refused to speak, he chuckled and leaned back against the barrier.
"I wonder," he mused, "how your precious Big Brother Yun would feel... knowing his beloved younger sister didn't even protect his women for him."
A flicker passed through Ning Yue's eyes—so brief it might have been imagined—but her expression remained unchanged.
Nian Shi, sensing an opportunity to unsettle her further, smirked.
"Oh, I have many ways to deal with Yun Lintian's women," he said casually, as if discussing the weather. "Even trapped here, my influence stretches across time. Take Long Qingxuan, for example..."
