Wang Chung's eyes snapped open. Sweat beaded on his brow. The vision had been too clear to ignore.
> Her smile… before the blade pierced my heart.
He remembered her now—Yu Meilan, the one who had once stood beside him at the height of his reign. A cultivator of unparalleled grace and brilliance, her betrayal had carved deeper than the blade.
"Why…?" he murmured.
Xian Yu noticed his turmoil. "More fragments of your past?"
He nodded. "She betrayed me… someone I trusted more than anyone."
"Do you believe she's still alive?"
Wang Chung's gaze turned toward the eastern mountains. "If she is, then so is my vengeance."
That night, the void whispered again. Not a warning—a call.