Yu Lingluo dragged Yu Xuan up the winding path toward the mountain where her master resided.
Along the way, Yu Xuan's sharp senses picked up something unsettling.
Each smaller mountain they passed radiated an oppressive aura. It wasn't just strong — it was terrifying. Whoever lived in those peaks were no ordinary elders. He just assumed they were Elders as no disciple ever radiated such presence.
Each presence felt like a slumbering beast, watching, waiting.
'So this is the kind of place she's training in… ', Yu Xuan thought.
Then Lingluo suddenly stopped, spun toward him, and grinned.
"Hey, look at this!"
Before he could respond, she raised her hand.
"Summon… Tririri!" she chanted dramatically.
A crest lit up on her wrist. Strange runes, like a language from another world, spiraled outward into a glowing circle. Lightning crackled in the background, fog mysteriously rolled in, and even a low ominous "DUN DUNNN" sound effect seemed to rumble from nowhere.
