The colossal Spirit Guardian, a lion made entirely of mist, electricity, and vague disappointment, descended from the skies with a thunderous roar.
Trees bent from the pressure. Energy pulsed in waves.
Hei Long stood still, hands in his sleeves.
Lin Fan? He screamed like a goose and dove behind a bush.
"WHY is it looking directly at me!?" he hissed, eyes wide, barely breathing.
The old man grunted inside his mind, "Because you're the one it's meant to test, boy. Now get up. This is your moment."
Lin Fan peeked over the bush, horrified. "It looks like it eats cultivators for snacks!"
Hei Long casually strolled over to the guardian beast, raising a brow. "You sure he's the one you're here for?"
The lion spirit glanced at Lin Fan.
Then at Hei Long.
Then back at Lin Fan.
And sighed.
Yes — it sighed. A spiritual lion. Disappointed. Visibly.
"Okay, you know what? I'll do it!" Lin Fan shouted. "This is MY test! My story! I'm the hero here!"
