Inside the cave, the sound of dripping water was exceptionally clear in the silence.
Daoist Tianyan's elderly fingers gently stroked the fragmented jade slip, his fingertips moving slowly over the uneven textures. The glowing stones embedded in the cave walls emitted a faint light, casting a reflection upon the deep wrinkles on the old man's face. His eyes flickered with a complex light, at times bright as stars, at times dim as night.
Ling Xiao sat cross-legged opposite him, able to clearly sense the subtle changes in the old man's aura. The emotional fluctuation, woven of hesitation and resolve, caused even the humid air inside the cave to grow stagnant.
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