Master Hu and Cosmoem

Xerneas did not directly answer Yan Yang's question about Master Hu's whereabouts. The light around her merely rippled faintly, conveying a vague message: "Soon, thou shalt know."

Another riddler! Yan Yang grumbled inwardly, but there was nothing he could do.

Whatever. Since he was the God of Life's messenger, that old fox probably would not come to any serious harm... right?

He reluctantly consoled himself.

After his brief exchange with Xerneas ended, that warm, peaceful radiance of life seemed to linger in Yan Yang's heart, bringing him a strange sense of tranquility and fulfillment.

He vaguely felt that Xerneas had bestowed something upon him—not anything tangible, but more like a future "choice" or "possibility."

Yet the gift was far too subtle. Before he could properly contemplate its deeper meaning or make a choice—

The scenery around him suddenly blurred, and that familiar sensation of being stripped away through space-time struck again. By the time he steadied himself and looked closely, he was already somewhere entirely different.

Another space constructed from Psychic Power.

However, this space appeared unstable. Its boundaries were indistinct, its light dim, as though the power sustaining it was continuously weakening and it could collapse at any moment.

The entire space carried an air of imminent collapse.

And the master of this space was none other than the riddler who had toyed with him so thoroughly, making his teeth itch with hatred—Master Hu.

At that moment, he stood in the center of the space, still wearing that smile that seemed to see through everything while carrying a hint of teasing amusement.

"Yo! Yan Yang, you're here!" Master Hu's voice was as lively as ever. "Well? Been a few days. Did you miss me?"

"I missed you so—very—much—!" Yan Yang practically ground the words out through clenched teeth.

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