Kyrian's eyes drifted away for a brief moment.
"I almost died during the process. But I survived."
"And since then, it has become a part of me."
Gao Ziyue remained completely motionless.
"A... Fire Spirit..."
She murmured, almost to herself.
Her surprise only continued to grow, gathering like storm clouds before a tempest.
Spirits were extraordinarily rare beings, existences that transcended ordinary understanding. Even she, who had lived for many years and witnessed countless miracles, had never seen one with her own eyes.
After a few moments of silence, she asked again.
"Which region did you come from?"
"The Northern Territory."
Kyrian answered without hesitation.
"Hmm..."
She seemed to reflect, processing the information.
"Then you don't belong to any great family."
"Nor to an ancient sect."
Kyrian shook his head slightly.
"No. My origins are quite ordinary."
He smiled faintly, a smile that carried more melancholy than joy.
"I came from a simple place."
