When Pyra heard Kara's words, the charm in her eyes flickered with unmistakable surprise.
She subconsciously glanced at Ethan, then cast a questioning look.
Ethan did not explain.
He merely nodded once.
That single nod was enough.
Pyra's expression immediately became solemn. She stepped forward, cupped her hands respectfully, and bowed toward the towering sacred tree.
"Little demon Pyra greets Senior Sacred Tree."
The branches of the Hibiscus Sacred Tree swayed gently, leaves rustling like flowing silk.
"You are the Ghost Flame Insect Mother born within the ruins," the gentle voice echoed.
"I did not expect you to have grown to this extent, nor that you would become another's spiritual pet."
"That is not a bad thing."
"Follow Ethan and walk the path beyond this valley. It will only benefit your cultivation."
The voice drifted like a spring breeze, soft yet carrying unquestionable authority.
"Understood."
Pyra nodded without hesitation.
