Yan Moxuan's pupils shrank.
"…A deal?"
His voice was low and guarded.
The darkness around them seemed to pulse faintly, as if breathing along with the figure.
It had no face, no features... just a vague humanoid outline formed from shifting shadows.
Yet somehow—
Yan Moxuan could feel its gaze watching him… studying him.
[...You seek... power...]
Its voice was fragmented and unstable, like echoes layered on top of one another.
[...You seek... recognition…]
Yan Moxuan's expression hardened.
"…So what is your deal? Get to it already."
The figure stopped circling.
[…I can… give you… another chance…]
At those words, Yan Moxuan narrowed his eyes.
The figure slowly raised an arm, pointing at his chest.
[…You rejecting the "Divine Blood"...That is why... you lost...]
Yan Moxuan's jaw tightened.
"…I lost because I was weak," he said coldly.
The figure tilted its head again.
[…No… You lost… because you were… limited…]
