Yun Lintian exhaled slowly, steadying himself under the God of Death's gaze. "I'll find the other fragments first. We can... discuss the rest later."
The colossal eye seemed to gleam with something akin to approval.
"This is why I have always favored you, Yun Lintian."
The voice echoed like distant thunder, yet carried an unexpected warmth.
"Others see your kindness as weakness. But to me, it is your greatest strength."
Yun Lintian froze. No one had ever called his compassion a strength before. In the ruthless world of cultivation, mercy was often a fatal flaw. He had been mocked, betrayed, and exploited for it countless times.
Yet here was one of the most ancient and formidable beings in existence, praising him for the very trait others despised.
He didn't know how to respond.
The God of Death continued, his voice resonating deeper.
"You must wish to know what truly happened during the Primordial War."
