Yulong stood panting, her entire body trembling, not from exertion, but from a profound, righteous fury. Her chest heaved, and the air around her crackled with a dangerous, draconic pressure. Her crimson eyes, blazing with the intensity of twin blood suns, were fixed on the spot where the phantom-Cain had dissolved into nothingness.
Cain simply watched her, and a genuine, almost imperceptible smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a look of pure, unadulterated pride.
"Good," he said, his voice calm and even, cutting through her rage. "Your Dao Heart is even firmer now."
"Hmph. Of course it is," she snorted, the sound a low, guttural growl. She tried to muster her usual arrogant composure, but the bravado failed her.
The rage drained away, replaced by a wave of palpable relief, and she quickly scurried to his side. Her defiance melted as she tucked herself against his arm, her head pressing into his shoulder, reaffirming the reality of his presence.
