Yang Mi took a deep breath, steadying herself.
Then—
"Alright… I will do it."
Her voice was firm, yet beneath that resolve was a flicker of vulnerability.
'If it means uncovering the truth about my brother's enemies and protecting him—because I trust him—I'm willing to swear even a Blood Oath without hesitation.'
'And my brother is an honest man with a strong sense of justice... he would never seek to kill an innocent over a minor dispute from the past.
Reon's gaze sharpened.
That's very like you, Yang Mi, he mused inwardly.
Reon had a strong feeling that Yang Lie no longer saw him as a threat—perhaps, in his eyes, Xue Taiyang wasn't even worth a passing glance anymore.
But caution was a habit Reon wouldn't abandon.
Yang Mi, if she revealed the true extent of her cultivation, was stronger than Yang Lie at this moment.
If things ever took a wrong turn, at least he would only need to deal with Yang Lie—not both of them.
