The wind howled across the peak of the celestial mountain, tugging at Tan Suey's gown as she stood her ground against the interloper.
"You are right... But still, can you tell me why you're in my realm?" she asked calmly, her voice carrying the weight of a ruler, though her eyes remained locked on Sunny with wary precision.
"At least, can I know your name?" Sunny asked with a smirk. He didn't need her to speak it—the System had already laid her identity bare in floating script—but he wanted the satisfaction of hearing the Realm Ruler acknowledge him.
"Tan Suey," she answered, the name echoing with a faint, melodic resonance.
"Ok, Tan Suey, I am Sunny." Sunny turned his back to her with practiced nonchalance, walking toward the sheer edge of the mountain peak. He looked down into the abyss, seeing nothing but a sea of churning, eternal clouds that separated the heavens from the mortal dirt below.
