Zhao Lingshuang's hand remained extended toward the Celestial Lord Blade. But Lin Yi did not move. He did not hand the weapon over, did not respond, simply looked at her. Calmly. Silently.
That silence slowly began to stretch. Su Qinghan noticed it first. Something in Lin Yi's eyes had changed. He was watching Zhao Lingshuang the way a hunter watches prey that is pretending to be harmless. Meanwhile, Zhao Lingshuang's smile slowly stiffened, her hand still outstretched. A few seconds passed before her brows furrowed.
"Junior." She kept the smile on her face, her tone turning slightly persuasive. "Don't misunderstand. I simply want to take a closer look."
