Chen Feng stared at Champa, his gaze calm yet unfathomably deep.
"Just remember your promise." His tone was gentle, yet the weight of those words made Champa's heart tighten again just as it had begun to relax.
Champa nodded, sweat on his forehead trickling down his cheeks and dripping onto the cold floor of the temple.
His hand unconsciously tightened around his staff, his knuckles turning white.
An indescribable awe surged in his eyes—as though he were staring into an abyss, yet also gazing up at the stars.
At that moment, a set of firm footsteps came from the training grounds, breaking the silence of the temple morning.
Cabba and Caulifla walked over side by side, their figures gradually becoming clear amid the light and shadows of the corridor.
They had just finished an intense training session. Their training suits clung tightly to their bodies, soaked through with sweat, while the outlines of their muscles rose and fell faintly with each breath.
Sweat dripped from Cabba's golden hair, while Caulifla's red hair stuck to her neck, several strands clinging to her flushed cheeks.
They were exhausted, but their eyes were like freshly sharpened blades. The impetuosity of youth had faded, leaving only a steady, piercing edge—the sign that their power was on the verge of a breakthrough.
Cabba stopped three steps before Chen Feng, breathing heavily, his voice low but resolute.
"Lord Chen Feng."
He wiped the sweat from his chin with a crisp motion.
Caulifla nearly rushed forward. She took half a step ahead, her eyes blazing as though they might burst into flame. "Lord Chen Feng, Cabba and I can already feel that 'boundary'! Blue energy is flowing beneath our skin, like floodwaters about to burst through a dam! All we need is the stimulus of one more