"The future of the sect is safe with you two," Grandmaster Tong Rouxin added, her tone as gentle as falling snow. "You've both grown into women of wisdom and strength. It's time."
Xu Xian's lips trembled, but in the end, she bowed deeply. "We'll honor your trust. And we'll protect the sect… until the stars fall."
The others followed, bowing low in solemn farewell.
Su Yubing turned back one final time, brushing her fingers over Tianji Yuan's shoulder, tucking a strand of youngest junior's hair behind her ear, embracing fourth junior sister once more.
Then, just as the wind began to still again—
A new pulse.
The air shimmered and split, like silk being torn by unseen fingers.
From that rift stepped seven figures cloaked in darkness and light—each carrying the aura of ancient power and unfathomable devotion.
The Seven Great Demon Saints had arrived.
And they knelt as one.
"Demon Lord," the first among them spoke, head bowed deeply, voice echoing like thunder across the peak.
