Li Hua watched this transformation with wide eyes, recognizing that what stood before her was no longer entirely Mo Xing as she knew him, yet not completely foreign either. The essence of him remained, but amplified and altered in ways that transcended the limits of cultivation.
Tendrils of darkness flowed from him, writhing through the air with seeming intelligence—yet when they reached Li Hua, they changed character entirely. The shadows that had devoured entities with merciless efficiency now gently caressed along her skin with startling tenderness, leaving trails of familiar warmth wherever they touched. The darkness recognized her, welcomed her, as if some part of it had been waiting for this precise moment of reunion.
She was grateful to witness this with her own eyes. She glanced back at the unconscious disciples and Elder Fu, then sighed softly. If Little Firefly hadn't awakened just in time, she too would be collapsed alongside them, oblivious to these revelations.
