"Old Yu!" A tall man in a hooded robe approached them, his black staff tapping against the grey stone path.
Li Hua's eyes narrowed at the sight - the figure could have been the false elder's twin. She felt her brothers tense beside her, their reactions immediate and visceral. Anger and fear flashed across their faces as they instinctively stepped back, and Li Hua understood perfectly. After all, how does one remain calm when confronted with the mirror image of your tormentor? Even after all their training, after strengthening their bodies and cultivation, emotional wounds ran deeper than any physical scars - some traumas couldn't be erased by mere power.
"Old Xiao." Grandmaster Yu called back, but he felt the siblings tense beside him, their chaotic essence flaring with remembered trauma.
