"Young Master's wisdom is vast as the sky and unfathomable to be ever shining," the Saintess murmured softly, her voice like a celestial chime as she stood gracefully behind Zhao Fan.
"To witness such clarity in the heart of darkness… this lowly one is truly enlightened,"
Just as her words faded into the stale air, another voice, cool as drifting frost, followed.
"Young Master," spoke Yi Xin Xue, her tone gentle like a spring breeze, yet veiled in an unforgiving chill.
"Lu Tian has been grazed by a newborn lizard's strike. Though it will not claim his life, he has become no more than a burden upon this group. He walks, yet he drags the rest into danger..."
Her eyes, calm and calculating, glanced toward the trembling form of the bald junior.
