Yao Xi's divine light pulsed violently as she waved her hand, sending Yue Yun and the others stumbling back. She stepped forward, her crystal-clear eyes burning with determination.
"Today," she declared, "only one of us will walk away from this battlefield."
Yun Qianxue frowned. "You've heard the truth. Why cling to vengeance?"
Yao Xi's lips curled into a bitter smile. "I have nothing left in this world. Vengeance is all that remains."
The raw pain in her voice made Yun Qianxue hesitate.
Yun Lintian studied Yao Xi calmly. "There is another way," he said. "I can send you back—to Yun Tian's time."
Yao Xi visibly trembled.
For centuries, she had dreamed of such an opportunity but lacked the power to manipulate time. Now, the possibility hung before her like a forbidden fruit.
"You would... do this?" Her voice wavered.
Yun Lintian nodded. "In exchange for your divine power. And one condition—you cannot reveal the future's truths to him."
