In Ziwei City, the night was as dark as ink, and the stars hid behind thick clouds, as if even the sky was holding its breath, awaiting the impending storm.
Qin Yitian stood quietly in the Ziwei Grand Hall, surrounded by a faint glow—it was proof of her struggle out of the Illusion Abyss.
In her eyes, there was both a sense of liberation and an indescribable complexity of emotions.
"Lin Dong…" she murmured softly, the two words seemed to possess magic, instantly dispersing all gloom and confusion.
With a gust of wind, Lin Dong's familiar and resolute voice pierced through the night, like an ancient Dragon Roar, not only dispelling the last remnants of illusion around Qin Yitian but also shaking all of Ziwei City.
"Yitian, I'm here!" Though distant, the voice carried undeniable strength and tenderness, causing a Warm Flow to surge within Qin Yitian, tears slid silently down her cheeks, yet with a smile.
