"Grandmother, it's time to be serious," Chu Xueyu stated, her voice low and dangerous.
The playful, almost frantic energy that had radiated from Shen Daiyu only moments ago vanished as if it had never existed.
It was a transition that was jarring even for someone of Haoran's mental fortitude.
The petite woman stood up straight, her posture shifting from a desperate, groping grandmother to a sovereign who had touched the true essence of the void.
Her eyes, which had been sparkling with mischief, now held the cold, ancient depth of a black hole.
Shen Daiyu met her granddaughter's gaze, and for a split second, the air between them vibrated with a force that threatened to buckle the floating platforms.
"...Alright," Daiyu said, her voice dropping into a resonant, imperial tone. "I have something important to discuss with your son. The three of you... get out."
Chu Xueyu's jaw tightened.
