Yun Qianxue took another step forward, her hand resting casually near the hilt of her sword. "Is that so? I don't recall you mentioning this project before."
Yun Lingwei's smile didn't waver. "It was a sudden inspiration. With Nian Shi's forces lurking, we can't afford to be complacent."
Another step.
The distance between them narrowed.
Yun Qianxue's voice dropped, colder now. "Funny. Because Tang Suyin just told me something interesting about you."
A flicker of tension passed through Yun Lingwei's frame.
"Oh?"
"She said your soul feels... wrong."
Silence.
Then—
Yun Lingwei's expression darkened. The pleasant mask cracked, revealing something far more calculating beneath.
"...I see."
Her fingers moved faster than thought—
SLAM!
She slammed her palm onto the formation core.
BOOOOM—!
