"Senior!" Long Qingxuan cried out as she watched Yun Wuhan's figure begin to dissipate. Her hand reached out instinctively, grasping at golden motes of light that slipped through her fingers like sand.
Yun Wuhan turned to her, his expression softening. A playful glint appeared in his eyes. "I never expected the proud Dragon Princess would one day become my daughter-in-law." His voice carried genuine warmth. "Thank you... for staying by my son's side."
Long Qingxuan's lips trembled. The usually composed Dragon Clan Princess found herself unable to speak.
The others stood in silence. Long Xi closed her eyes and fell silent. Linlin and Qingqing clung to each other, their small frames trembling. Even Nantian Fengyu, ever defiant, lowered her gaze.
Yun Wuhan's form grew fainter. He looked at each of them—these people who had fought, bled, and would die for his son. His final words were barely a whisper:
"Live well... in whatever time remains."
Then—
He was gone.
