Zhiran's gaze shifted slightly toward the horizon.
The presence was faint at first, like a thread of wind brushing past a still lake, but it was enough to make his spiritual sense twitch.
It was not weak.
And it was approaching.
Su Ruyue noticed the change in his expression and followed his gaze, but she saw nothing but drifting clouds and the faint glow of distant peaks.
"What is it?" she asked quietly.
Zhiran did not answer immediately. His eyes narrowed as his perception stretched further outward. The figure was moving fast, far faster than ordinary Foundation Realm cultivators could manage.
Then he smiled faintly.
"Someone is coming toward us," he said casually.
Ruyue blinked. "A friend?"
"Maybe," Zhiran replied, tone calm, but his attention remained sharp.
Inside the ring, Xueyin's voice did not appear this time. She seemed uninterested, or perhaps she was simply observing in silence.
