The yin-yang necklace resting against Laurel's collarbone pulsed with a sudden light. A voice echoed from the necklace, like it had been stored in it for a long time.
"Within black there is white; within white there is black. When yin reaches its extreme yang is born.
When yang reaches its extreme yin is born.
Extreme softness becomes weakness.
Extreme cruelty breeds destruction.
Balance is the only path forward."
The voice carried the calm authority of an ancient Taoist, as if he were standing before them rather than sealed within the necklace.
Then the glow on the necklace disappeared.
Ling Xuan's eyes darkened as her hands tightened into a fist. "What does that mean?"
