Yu Sui was sitting in that hellish realm,
his hand buried deep into the chest of a screaming man
pulling out his soul, piece by piece.
That man wasn't just anyone.
It was Fui Ren, Lin Chaoyuan's most trusted advisor.
The same one who had stood beside him in the library that day.
Yu Sui, eyes filled with tears, whispered to himself:
"So... you're alive…?
All this time…
If it's true
if it's really you…
Then this time… no one will come between us.
No one…"
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Meanwhile…
Mo Yan entered the shattered Liuguang Sect,
his presence calm but commanding.
He looked at the frightened survivors and declared:
"We're here to protect you.
I promise, no harm will come to you while we are here."
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But suddenly,
a strange noise echoed through the forest.
Sometimes from the treetops,
sometimes right behind the houses,
sometimes so close it felt like it was just behind them.
Then
a voice,
soft but eerie, came from everywhere at once.
The disciples tensed up.
Mo Yan's eyes narrowed.
Without wasting a second,
he gave a sharp nod,
and his twenty disciples dispersed across the sect like shadows,
positioned, alert, ready.
But then…
There it was.
Another sound
closer this time.
Too close.
Something was coming.