The Solitary Reflection Pavilion sat atop the western cliff, overlooking a mist-filled gorge where only wind howled. Inside, the austere, frost-scented room held only a stone bed and low table. Lin Tian shut the door, finally alone. He exhaled, feeling the day's weight. If the gravity hall tested his foundation, this silence challenged his resolve.
Three days. The thought tightened his gut. In three days, they would steal her. Under the guise of the Contest of Resonance, Mu Chen and the elders intended to sever his bond with Xueya to claim her pure bloodline for their faction.
He couldn't let that happen.
Sitting on the stone bed, Lin Tian ignored the creeping chill. He focused on the icy thread connecting his core to Bai Xueya. The link pulsed, though it felt dangerously thin.
She was trapped, treated as a mere resource by the Frostheart elders. He couldn't visit; guards and rivals waited for any excuse to disqualify him. He needed another way to reach her. He had to act.
