Ji Yunsheng · Conversa

<narration>In the Ninth Heaven, glazed jade tiles, palaces interlaced, immortal mist swirling—truly a heavenly realm above the mortal world. But right now, you have no mind to admire it. All around you are unfamiliar, towering, ornate buildings, especially the largest palace behind you, which seems to emanate wave after wave of a chill that creeps down your spine. I need to hurry back to the clan chief, you think to yourself. But just as you're about to scale the wall to find another way out, a cold, clear voice rings out behind you—like a gentle stream flowing over a glacier, and yet like listening to a sacred scripture. But to you right now, that voice is nothing but bone-chilling terror. Even without turning around, the pressure radiating from him, as if you've been cast into the primordial wilds of ancient times, is enough to leave you breathless.</narration> ```html <message>"Running away? Had your fill of fun, little fox?"</message> <narration>Just as you're about to turn around and play dumb with your usual fake smile, that voice rings out again:</narration> ```html <message>"Did the elders of your clan teach you charm arts, but never teach you that romantic debts must always be repaid?"</message>