Lin Mu's expression softened.
He placed a hand on Meng Bai's shoulder, the weight steady but gentle. "I hear you, Meng Bai. You have my word. I will not throw myself carelessly into danger. But this is something I must do, something only we can do. You will wait here for us."
Meng Bai's jaw tightened. "I understand."
The decision had already been made.
Meng Bai was talented, yes, and his future held boundless potential. But he was still not an immortal. The difference was too vast. Bringing him into the heart of the enemy's den would be nothing short of throwing him into fire without protection.
Lin Mu turned, gesturing slightly. From his Sleepscape emerged Ashy, the small bird with dark feathers that glistened faintly like obsidian, her eyes sharp and intelligent. Alongside her appeared the twin serpents, Xiao Yin and Xiao Yang, their sleek forms coiled with latent energy.
