"Dead? Good!" Lan Meiyu sneered, her lips curling in a smug grin that screamed, Finally, less work for me. "I don't have to sully my hands now."
Above, Bai Yujian hovered mid-air, radiant like an untouchable celestial phoenix. For once, her calm, untouchable demeanor cracked.
Her serene expression gave way to a sharp, incredulous gaze, locked onto the dust-choked crater below. She had just shown up, fashionably late as always, only to catch the grand finale: someone getting blasted straight into next week.
And yet… she knew that someone. Knew them well enough for her chest to tighten, though she'd never admit it.
This was supposed to be it—the end, the last time she'd ever have to deal with that ridiculous thorn in her side. Or so she'd thought.
Because through the swirling chaos, faint signs of life stirred—like an ember refusing to die, stubborn to the point of pissing off the entire universe.
