"Why not just ask Aha for the power of an Aeon?"
"I don't really want it," Yan Huan muttered, looking away.
"But I don't want anyone else getting it either."
"What a terrible thing to say..." Fei Ying said helplessly, rubbing her forehead.
"But that fighting spirit is quite interesting."
"In the Phantom Moon Games of ancient times, there were always Envoys who didn't know their own limits, putting on masks to show Phantom Moon their madness, wild imagination, and sense of humor—"
"They would scheme to kill monsters that descended from beyond the heavens, steal a god's laughter to forge a famous blade capable of cleaving a mountain in half, or venture deep into painted worlds to trick the Soul Spirits of the dead into returning..."
Her gaze at Yan Huan was full of admiration, light glimmering in her eyes.
"People this interesting haven't appeared in a very, very long time."
"Maybe you have a chance to become one of them?"
"Have you thought of anything else you need me to help with?"
Yan Huan thought for a moment before finally spreading his hands.
"Forget it. My mom told me not to casually believe strangers."
"Since they haven't shown up, that means I can do whatever I want right now."
"Huh? You really don't need me?" Fei Ying asked, somewhat surprised, her eyes widening slightly.
"I've been this proactive, and you still don't trust me?"
She took two steps back, folded her arms, thought for a moment, then gently shook her head.
"No, that's not it. You've gotten cocky and think you don't need me at all."
"That must be it." She raised her head, a knowing smile curling across her lips.
"You're always such an asshole."
"You motherf—"
Yan Huan had barely begun to speak when Fei Ying