Without-Sun City, Inner City, in a secret room.
Ye Qi, hunchbacked, looked up, scrutinizing Ye Hanjun, who was taller than him by half a head.
On his distinct, angular face, what emerged was a certain resilience.
"Perhaps this notion… isn't so bad after all."
After a long pause, Ye Qi lowered his head, his tone filled with a note of sigh.
"At this point, there's not a lot else to be said."
"Although previously no one had ascended the 7th Order using dual authority, a wellspring of resentment and unwillingness is buried on this broken Path of Controlling Spirits."
"If one day someone shatters these shackles, it would indeed be an earth-shattering feat."
"Either way…do as you will."
"In any case, your surname is Ye and that's enough."
Ye Qi waved his hand, and his frayed sleeve, on the verge of falling apart, caused a ferocious hurricane.
When he opened his eyes again, he had vanished and only a faint echo lingered in his ear:
