However, there was a reason for her to keep it and endure the pain, because she had a goal set in her mind.
If what they said was true… entering this place wasn't just a strategic move from her side; it was fate's silent hand guiding her forward.
The head elder's gaze softened. "Rest for now, Dragon Slayer. When the moon reaches its highest point, we shall show you the heart of this dungeon, the ancient Tree of Oaths. There, your trial awaits."
As the elders rose and departed, the faint golden mark on Ling Yu's hand pulsed gently, glowing like a heartbeat.
Nie Ziyu stared at it with awe. "You really just made a contract with an elf elder… I can't tell if that's lucky or terrifying."
Ye Qingxue smirked. "Both, probably."
Ling Yu stared at her hand for a long time, the mark gleaming faintly under the forest light. She could feel something, an ancient energy whispering through the bond. Something that felt… alive.
