The pocket dimension fell into absolute silence as Nian Shi's words settled over them.
For a moment, Yun Qianxue's breath stilled. Her fingers, wrapped tightly around her sword, trembled slightly—not from fear, but from the sheer weight of the revelation.
Trapped in another timeline.
Beside her, Lin Xinyao's silver eyes flickered with a storm of emotions—shock, disbelief, and then... something else. Something that made Nian Shi's smirk falter.
Relief.
A slow exhale escaped Lin Xinyao's lips, her shoulders relaxing ever so slightly. "He's alive."
Those two words, spoken softly, carried the weight of a thousand prayers answered.
Han Bingling, her frost-element aura flickering like a candle in the wind, let out a quiet breath. "Then there's still hope."
Mu Qiuxue, standing beside her, nodded once, her usual icy demeanor softening just a fraction.
Nian Shi's silver eyes narrowed.
This... was not the reaction he had expected.
