Lin Xinghe stood on the peak of the mountain, the night breeze gently brushing her face as her dark hair fluttered slightly.
In her hand, she held the small Xuanying Token, her fingertips lightly tracing the four characters engraved upon it: "The game is set." Her gaze was sharp as a blade, calm yet piercingly cold.
This was not merely a token; it was the starting point of a storm.
Chapter 178