Lin Mu watched in silence, the faint hum of the communication array echoing softly through the chamber as Lame Yu's shackled form straightened, preparing to speak.
The image of Lame Yu flickered slightly within the communication array, his figure wavering like a reflection on rippling water. The faint hum of the formation filled the chamber, creating a tense silence that pressed against the walls.
Lin Mu stood unmoving, his eyes fixed on the man, while Daoist Chu maintained the array with a steady hand. The faint scent of spirit incense wafted through the room, doing little to ease the chill that seemed to have settled there.
Lame Yu's face was pale and drenched in cold sweat.
His breathing was uneven, and every time his gaze met Lin Mu's, he instinctively lowered his eyes, as though unable to look directly at him. His entire body trembled... not just from fear of his captors, but from the memories that haunted him.
