The echo of my command still hung in the air as the enslaved cultivators dispersed with mechanical precision, their souls bound to my will, their bodies moving to fulfill my order without question.
Zhang Wuji bowed deeply before vanishing in a blur of steel-gray motion, leading the search parties to scour the continent.
Within moments, the grand hall emptied, leaving only the three of us in the vast chamber.
The silence that followed felt heavy, weighted with unspoken thoughts and barely contained emotions.
I turned, expecting to see my wives' usual composed expressions, but instead found something that made my chest tighten unexpectedly.
Feng stood perfectly still, her ice-blue eyes fixed on my face without blinking, as if she were trying to memorize every detail. Her pale features held an expression I'd never seen before—vulnerable, searching, almost afraid.
