Ning Yue's words hung in the air like a blade poised to fall.
Nian Shi's silver eyes narrowed to slits, his usual composure cracking for the briefest moment. Even Yin's aura of darkness seemed to ripple with interest, his hollow gaze shifting between the two.
"The Abyssal Ghost Knight?" Yin mused, his voice dripping with amusement. "Now that's quite an interesting name. I wonder who he is?"
Nian Shi's fingers twitched imperceptibly.
This was impossible.
The Abyssal Ghost Knight was a secret even the World Tree shouldn't know. His existence was buried deep within the annals of forgotten history—a weapon Nian Shi had crafted in the shadows, a blade meant to strike when Yun Lintian least expected it.
And yet...
Ning Yue knew.
"It must be Yun Wushuang," Nian Shi said coldly, his voice like frozen steel. "She's the only one who could have told you."
Ning Yue neither confirmed nor denied. She simply smiled—that same infuriating, knowing smile.
But her silence was answer enough.
