"Give me the waver."
Yu Hanlin hesitated for only a moment before obeying. His hands trembled as he reached into his sleeve and produced the Divination Waver, the golden paper shimmering with binding seals of fate. He handed it over cautiously, unable to predict what Xiao Fang might do next.
To his disbelief, Xiao Fang actually pressed his bloodied hand against the parchment. The Heavenly Fate sigils flared brightly for a moment before dimming — the contract was sealed.
Hanlin's eyes widened. That blood… it wasn't Xiao Fang's. It was Liangcheng's. But it was blood all the same. The Divination Waver had accepted it.
For the first time in the fight, Yu Hanlin felt his breath catch — a flicker of hope breaking through the haze of fear.
'He signed it…? Then… does this mean… I survived?'
He swallowed hard, watching as Xiao Fang began walking toward him, each slow step echoing louder than thunder. His legs refused to move.
