"This—!"
Zi Han's lips parted, then pressed together again. Words rose to her throat only to die there. She wanted to say something—anything—to pull him back, to warn him that this path was reckless even for someone who had touched Non-Existence. But she already knew it was pointless.
Cultivators who had stepped into the Grand Ascension Realm or beyond were no longer swayed by persuasion. Their wills were sharpened by countless life-and-death choices. Once such a person decided on a course of action, even the heavens themselves would struggle to divert them.
In the end, Zi Han could only nod.
Her expression darkened, resignation settling into her eyes like gathering storm clouds. She had done what she could. What followed would be decided by fate—or perhaps by something even more terrifying than fate.
Wang Chen did not look at her even once.
