Everyone stayed silent, awaiting Bai Xinyue's decision.
However, deep down, everyone already believed she would accept.
At least, if they were in her position, they knew they wouldn't hesitate for even a heartbeat.
Some wanted to yell out, "Just say yes!"—but of course, none had the courage to speak.
Not while Yue Wushuang herself stood, still waiting for Bai Xinyue's answer.
Then—
A cold voice cut through the stillness.
"Go!"
Bai Zihan.
He simply looked at her—his expression flat and unreadable, eyes calm as a frozen lake.
"You've gotten everything you wanted here," he said, his tone faintly mocking.
"The Immortal Emperor's inheritance. Your Dao Bone. And now… even the Flowing Moon Sect has come to pick you up like some precious disciple."
His gaze drifted briefly to Yue Wushuang, merely to confirm her presence—then shifted away again, filled with complete disinterest.
"So what are you still doing here?"
He asked.
