It was the morning of the ninth day.
The forest air was crisp, heavy with the metallic scent of dew, and the faint glow of the blood moon still lingered as though reluctant to leave. Yu Xuan and Lingluo stood side by side, gazes fixed on the faint path that led toward the central region.
Today, they would face the real impossible. Maybe?
"Let's not underestimate the trial," Yu Xuan said firmly, his tone sharper than usual. "Sister, I want the both of us to do our best to win this in one go. We don't even know if the trial will change after this. There may not be a second chance."
Lingluo stretched lazily, as though his words were morning chatter instead of a warning.
"Yeah, yeah. You always sound like an old man giving lectures." But even as she teased, her eyes flickered with a rare seriousness.
