The old man gazed once more in Yu Xuan's direction — though now, unlike before, he could clearly see the golden thread attached to him. It shimmered faintly, trailing off into the distance.
But beneath that brilliance, he noticed something else.
A faint, dark aura nestled deep within Yu Xuan's spirit — twisted and unnatural. A curse. Nasty, subtle, old. Its origin was hidden, but its presence undeniable.
He exhaled slowly.
"Troublesome," he muttered.
Yet what made him sigh even deeper were the entangled lines of affection surrounding Yu Xuan's fate.
Dozens of delicate threads, shimmering in shades of pink and red, coiled toward the youth like moths to a flame.
"So many love lines… This child's karma is an entangled mess, what the hell did he do in his past."
His gaze lingered.
Among those threads, one pulsed faintly as if trying to hide, a connection from the Elemental Heaven Peak. But from his view everything was visible.
