Lei Yin's phantom drifted closer to the edge of the altar, his silver hair billowing in a non-existent wind as he cast a sideways glance at Haoran, his expression unreadable.
"The process of engraving my legacy into her soul is not a brief affair," the spirit noted. "To inherit everything I have, it will take a minimum of one year—perhaps two at the maximum if her spirit proves stubborn. Do you truly intend to remain here, guarding this desolate summit for that long?"
Haoran didn't even blink.
"Yes," he replied with a tone that brooked no argument. "I'll wait here."
Lei Yin nodded, a faint trace of respect flickering in his spectral eyes. "Very well. You have the patience of a mountain. It is a rare trait in the youth of today."
Back then, when he was at his age, he was incredibly foolish and arrogant, offending a lot of people and ancient clans, which caused his journey to be filled with rivers of blood and mountains of corpses.
