Xuan's abnormal reaction instantly drew Li Wuyang and Primordial Father's attention. She had always been cool and composed, yet now tears streamed down her face. Her gaze was fixed on the gray stone pendant around the elf slave's neck, and her body trembled slightly, as though she had witnessed something unbelievable.
"Miss Xuan?" Li Wuyang's heart tightened as he stepped forward and called softly.
Yet Xuan seemed not to hear him. She continued murmuring that unfamiliar name unconsciously, "Adele... Moon God's Tear... How could it be here..." The sorrow in her eyes surged like a burst dam, mixed with intense confusion and a trace of... fear?
A sharp gleam flashed through Primordial Father's murky eyes. His gaze swept over the inconspicuous stone pendant, then over Xuan's violently fluctuating aura, and he frowned slightly. With a light flick of his sleeve, an invisible force spread out, temporarily cutting off the surrounding prying gazes and clamor.
"Girl, steady your mind!" Primordial Father shouted in a deep voice, his words like a great bell ringing directly within Xuan's heart. "The impact of memory fragments may be fierce, but do not let them drown you! Guard your spiritual platform, guide them—do not let them control you!"
Xuan's delicate body shuddered, as though she had been doused with cold water. The confusion in her eyes faded somewhat, but her sorrow remained heavy. She took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed her turbulent emotions, yet her gaze still could not leave the pendant. Her voice trembled slightly. "Senior, Wuyang... that pendant... the Moon God's Tear... it was a personal token belonging to an old friend of mine. She... she perished long ago in a great calamity. This item should not have ended up here..."
An old friend? Perished? A great calamity? Thoughts raced through Li Wuyang's