Compass & The Grail (2)

A few minutes before.

Yan Zaizen held in his hand a jet black egg with furrowed brows. He flew slowly in the air with eyes of contemplation. Yri stood beside him, her expression unreadable, but her emotions were clearly foul. 

"You could've let me rip her apart," Yri said with evident discontent. Yan Zaizen would roll his eyes if he cared. Earlier, she had nearly talked his ear off with complaints about Asenath's death. At the time, she was experiencing all sorts of emotions, having been forced to kneel unwillingly induced cracks in her Dao.

If it were anybody else with anyone else, perhaps their Dao would shatter and vanish. Luckily, Yan Zaizen had allowed her to view it from the Meteor Ring. This narrowed allowed her to experience relief and therefore, safety.