Lin Yi remained perfectly still, a quiet figure in the expanse, his gaze fixed on the small, unassuming slip of paper in his hand. The initial jolt of receiving the final inheritance had faded, replaced by a profound, almost burdensome quietness that settled deep within him, rather than the expected rush of triumph or anticipation. It felt less like a victory and more like an unforeseen responsibility.
Across from him, Xu Ling stood equally motionless, her eyes unwavering, observing him with a calm, almost timeless patience. There was no urgency in her stance, no expectation for him to speak or move quickly; she watched as if this very moment, this prolonged hesitation, was a familiar passage in a story she had witnessed countless times, playing out precisely as it should, without any need for her intervention.
