Tianyang gently supported Mengqi as she leaned against the cool cavern wall. Her breathing had steadied, but the exhaustion from her tribulation still lingered in her delicate features. Even the faint luminescence of the Azure Flame Crystals embedded into the cavern walls seemed to dim in deference to her fatigue.
After a brief silence, Tianyang's voice, firm and filled with urgency, pierced the still air.
"We should hurry up with the contract. The Ice Phoenix won't last long."
From the folds of his sleeve, he withdrew a shimmering scroll. It pulsed with an ancient aura, its edges wrapped in threads of golden blue spirit silk. As he handed it to her, his gaze softened.
