The White-clothed Sword Immortal stood with his hands behind him in the void, his robes fluttering despite no wind. A faint silver glow surrounded him, like a deity walking from ancient times. His gaze fell upon Ye Xiao, deep enough to pierce through eternal cycles, yet in a fleeting moment, it revealed an almost imperceptible warmth.
"Kid, the Blood Moon Palace isn't a place you can venture into yet." The White-clothed Sword Immortal's voice was cool as spring water, but at the tail end, it rose slightly, carrying the concern of an elder for a junior. "Wait until you're fully prepared, then it's not too late."
