Tang Qingye sat quietly, his gaze resting on Ya Li's face, his expression calm and unruffled, without the slightest panic.
His fingertips gently stroked the outside of his teacup. Only after a long while did he slowly speak.
"I do indeed have something of a connection with that child. The aura you sensed was the lingering resonance of the mark you left on him back then. It was precisely that mark that gave you such a familiar feeling."
Ya Li's breath caught slightly, a flicker of emotion rising in her eyes. She was just about to press him further.
Tang Qingye gently raised a hand, cutting off her next words. His tone remained calm, yet carried a faint weight.
"But Your Excellency should leave it at that. Some destinies coil around those caught in them, tied to secrets capable of overturning everything. Your search for him today concerns a personal knot in your heart that has lingered for years, but you are, after all, an Elder of Shrek's Sea God Pavilion."
As his words fell, Tang Qingye looked up at Ya Li and instead posed a question to her.
"Your Excellency, I would like to ask you something. When the plague ran rampant back then, you risked your life to rush into the stricken areas, treating anyone who suffered from illness. But now, ensconced in the Sea God Pavilion and bound by the academy's rules, can you still go without reservation to those common people struggling at the bottom?"
Ya Li's fingers abruptly tightened around her teacup.
The warm cup pressed against her palm, and her heart suddenly clenched.
That incident had changed almost her entire life. As a top-tier healing Martial Soul, the Wishing Angel contained an unimaginable amount of life energy when supported by her cultivation as a