A few days later, in the human realm...
With Yuzhen's overwhelming power, taking control of the Chen Long Sect was no real challenge. Without their powerful leaders, the sect's defenses crumbled swiftly. One by one, the disciples fell in defeat, their resistance collapsing pathetically. Even Chen Zeng's famed sword—renowned for never tasting defeat—was shattered into pieces.
"Isn't it time to celebrate our victory? Why are you still sitting here all alone?" Lei Wei asked, stepping into Zoe's room, where he found Yuzhen seated in silence.
Yuzhen took a heavy swig from the bottle in his hand, his emotions clouding his face. "Here… I can feel his presence," he whispered. Draining half the alcohol in one breath, he lowered his voice. "Uncle… why is my fate like this? Why am I never allowed to have what I desire? Why are the gods so cruel to us? Was what I asked for truly so impossible?"
"Yuzhen…" Lei Wei's voice carried both worry and sympathy.
