Chun Yue's response was immediate, her voice calm and steady, betraying no hint of emotion. It was a decision born not of desire or fear, but of cold, calculated logic and a deep-seated sense of duty to her master.
With a subtle flick of her wrist, she summoned forth the power of the Withered Willow God. A verdant energy coalesced in her palm, forming a single, luminous willow leaf. It pulsed with a gentle, green light, radiating an aura of ancient power. This was no ordinary leaf, but a manifestation of a God Mark.
Chun Yue raised her hand, the willow leaf floating above her palm like a miniature, ethereal moon. With a gentle push, as if guiding a falling leaf on a calm breeze, she sent the leaf gliding towards Lin Xinyao.
The leaf moved slowly, gracefully, yet the space around it warped and distorted, a testament to the immense power it contained.
