Xiao Ming let out a slow, measured breath afterwards. The Moon Tear Flute was now nestled safely in his dantian alongside the Shadow Phoenix's egg, and he could feel their faint auras pulsing in coordinance with his own energy.
However, the Shadow Phoenix's will remained before him, its blazing form radiating an intense, almost suffocating majesty as it always did. The air itself seemed to hum in anticipation as the Phoenix's voice, calm and resolute, filled the space.
"Your second inheritance has been secured," it said. "Now, it is time for the third."
Xiao Ming's gaze sharpened. Despite his outward calm, he could feel his nerves tightening with each passing moment.
If the first two inheritances were this monumental, what could possibly come next?
