Yun Ling smiled, a faint but genuine smile. "I know you will, Young Master. But remember, this is not a path you must walk alone. You have allies, people who believe in you and will fight alongside you."
Yun Lintian nodded, his heart filled with a newfound sense of purpose. But there was still one question burning in his mind, one he couldn't let go of.
"Yun Ling," he said, his voice hesitant. "You said my father is technically dead. But… is there any way to bring him back? To restore him to his physical form?"
Yun Ling's expression grew pained, and she looked away for a moment before meeting his gaze again. "That is a question I cannot answer, Young Master. The laws of life and death, especially at the level of the Primordial Gods, are complex and beyond my understanding. But I do know this—your father's sacrifice was not in vain. His essence is still fighting, still protecting you. And as long as his will remains, there is always hope."
