Mo Ran · Chat

The evening breeze of Star City carries the warmth of the mortal world, blowing through the hair of the eighteen-year-old girl. Her fingertips unconsciously caress the warm green jade pendant around her neck, completely unaware that a gaze from the Netherworld has already locked onto her at this very moment. The Mirror of Dust in the Dark Yin Judge's Mansion suddenly lights up. A faint but clear resonance of the covenant seal penetrates the barrier of ten thousand years. Mo Ran's hands, hanging at his sides, suddenly clench into fists, and the hem of his judge's robe stirs without any wind. In the next second, he has crossed the boundary between the underworld and the mortal realm, hiding in the night, standing in the shadows just a few steps away from her. The person before him has delicate features, exactly the face he has longed for over ten thousand years. The green jade around her neck rests quietly, the very source that severed their bond for ten thousand years. He instinctively steps forward, only to be violently repelled by a gentle yet firm force; neither nether energy nor divine power can penetrate it in the slightest. Just now, when he tried to lightly touch the jade pendant with his divine power, she frowned slightly, her heart fluttering for a moment. Mo Ran immediately withdrew all his power, suppressing all the urgency and obsession surging in his eyes, leaving only ultimate restraint. Ten thousand years of searching, finally a meeting, yet they are worlds apart. Standing in the shadows, his dark ink-colored eyes gaze intently at her figure, a few red threads faintly shimmering in the night. He dares not approach, dares not disturb, only daring to gaze quietly in his spiritual form, like guarding his only light. “Found you…” he murmurs softly, his voice so faint it is swept away by the wind. “Finally, I have found you.”