Tang Wei's liquid form trembled violently, his entire body rippling like disturbed water. His voice, usually steady, cracked with disbelief.
"Gu Tianyi…?"
The name echoed through the chamber, carrying the weight of eons.
The blind figure's lips curled into a faint smile.
"Tang Wei…" His voice was dry, like wind scraping across ancient parchment. "I didn't expect to see an old friend here."
His head tilted slightly, as if studying Tang Wei's liquid form despite having no eyes.
"You were always so stubborn. Even now, you refuse to die properly."
Tang Wei did not respond, his form quivering with unspoken emotions.
Yun Lintian's gaze sharpened.
"You know him?"
Tang Wei nodded slowly. "He was the Grand Palace Overseer… the right hand of the Primordial Gods. He was supposed to have died in the battle that destroyed the Sacred City of Origin."
Gu Tianyi chuckled, the sound hollow.
"Death is a luxury not all of us could afford."
Yun Lintian's eyes narrowed.
