Above him, Elder Mu remained silent for several breaths, clearly weighing every possible decision and every consequence that would follow it.
Yan Luo watched Elder Mu coldly from the front of the flying boat. Her gaze was steady, sharp, and entirely without warmth.
She already knew hesitation had begun. She had seen that brief change in Elder Mu's eyes, the moment certainty weakened and calculation took its place.
And once hesitation appeared, victory often followed soon after.
The corner of Yan Luo's lips had only just begun to lift in faint satisfaction when a thunderous shout suddenly rolled across the skies of Heaven Dew Peak.
"Who dares harm the disciple of the Martial Ascension Gate?!"
The voice was vast, furious, and filled with unquestionable authority. It struck the mountain like heavenly thunder crashing from above.
