The dawn light pierced through the clouds as Lin Yu knelt on a prayer mat in the Lin Family ancestral hall, his forehead pressed against the cold blue bricks. Wisps of sandalwood smoke spiraled between the ancestral tablets, deepening the bloodshot intensity in his eyes. Tucked against his chest, Su Yao’s fragmented soul flickered, dimming and brightening like a candle flame about to be snuffed out by the wind.
"Clan Elder, I beg you, lend me the 'Nine-Turn Soul Resurrection Secret Art,'" Lin Yu’s voice was as raspy as sandpaper. "I am willing to put up the Lin Family’s century-old spirit fields as collateral."
The elder in the high seat had hair like frost. He rubbed a green jade ring with his withered fingers, his cloudy gaze sweeping over the faint, pulsing light in Lin Yu’s arms. "That art requires a living person as a sacrifice. Are you truly prepared to defy the heavens?" The atmosphere in the hall grew heavy. The bronze lamps on either side flickered without a breeze, their flames leaping into half-a-foot-tall streaks of ghostly blue.
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