Yin He's arrival was like a sudden shift in the weather, a change in the atmosphere that was both tangible and profound. He exuded an aura so potent, so overwhelming, that it suppressed the entire battlefield, silencing the chaos, stilling the conflict.
Mo Xue, her body battered and bruised, her energy nearly depleted, felt a surge of relief at Yin He's arrival. It was as if a crushing weight had been lifted from her shoulders, replaced by a sense of security she hadn't realized she was missing.
"Ancestor." She said with her head low.
Yin He turned his gaze towards Mo Xue, his golden eyes narrowing slightly. A faint smirk touched his lips as he observed her disheveled state. "Well, well, Mo Xue," he said, his voice a deep, resonant baritone that seemed to echo from the depths of the void itself. "It seems you've found yourself in a bit of a predicament. I've told you that the world has changed."
