Just as he prepared to leave, a calm voice suddenly echoed from the mist.
"Oh? We meet again, fellow Daoist. What a coincidence."
Tian Shu froze.
That voice—it was him!
His heart jumped. Without hesitation, he activated his Ghostly Illusion Steps, trying to flee like a flickering shadow.
But something was wrong.
The air didn't shift.
The world didn't blur.
It was as if space itself had turned to stone.
Tian Shu's eyes widened in disbelief. He reached for a teleportation talisman, crushing it instantly—yet nothing happened.
No light. No movement. No escape.
From the mist, a figure stepped out slowly. His robes were simple. His eyes calm. But his presence pressed down like a mountain.
It was Liang.
He didn't speak at first. He only looked at Tian Shu, as if weighing something in his heart.
"Why?" Tian Shu's voice trembled with anger. "I did what you asked! I never betrayed you—I never even spoke your name!"
