The atmosphere in the great hall was heavy, thick as if tangible, and as stiflingly silent as the calm before a tempest. Lingxuzi seemed to pull himself from a tangled web of thoughts, slowly turning his gaze toward Gu Yuning. A trace of confusion flickered in his eyes as he lowered his voice and asked softly, "Your Highness, events have been so intertwined and overwhelming that I nearly forgot to ask—what has brought you to my Feather God Sect despite the arduous journey?"
At this question, Gu Yuning’s face went paper-white, drained of all color, as if she had been struck by a bolt of lightning. She swayed, nearly collapsing. Her lips trembled as she struggled to suppress the surging emotions within. After a brief silence, a flash of resolve crossed her eyes, and like a drowning soul grasping at a final straw, she spoke: "Master, I have come to you because I have reached the end of my rope. I am here to seek aid for myself and the Feather God Sect."
"Seek aid?" Lingxuzi was stunned, his eyes reflecting undisguised surprise. He had not anticipated that the purpose of her visit would be so heavy, weighing upon the heart like a mountain.
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