The air was heavy, tense, and charged with the quiet power of Li Ruoxi's master's presence.
For a long moment, neither spoke.
Li Ruoxi remained on her knees, hands folded, eyes lowered, acutely aware of every breath, every subtle movement in the shadows.
She could feel her own pulse racing in her chest, her heart still trembling from the memory of Lin Feng's unimaginable strength.
Finally, her master's voice cut through the silence, soft yet sharp, carrying with it a weight that made Li Ruoxi's knees tremble slightly.
"You have observed carefully, Midnight. This Lin Feng… he is no ordinary cultivator. In my estimations, what you witnessed is only a fraction of his true power. Remember this, and do not allow your pride or arrogance to blind you in the future. Guard your dao heart well. The next master you meet might not be as lenient as Lin Feng."
Li Ruoxi bowed even lower, a shiver running down her spine as she whispered, "Yes, Master. I understand."
