Yue Yun examined the stone in her hand, her expression thoughtful. The Netherworld River Stone was a rare and powerful artifact, said to be born from the depths of the River of Forgetfulness, a place where the boundaries between life and death blurred. It was a treasure that even the most powerful cultivators would covet.
"Why would you give this to us?" Yue Yun asked, her voice steady but filled with suspicion. "What are your motives?"
Si Junyi's expression remained unchanged, his dark eyes meeting hers. "I inherit my master's will," he said simply. "The God of Death's will. That is all you need to know."
With that, he turned and began to walk away, his form gradually fading into the void. Before he disappeared completely, he paused and glanced back at Yue Yun. "The balance of life and death is delicate. Do not underestimate the forces at play."
And then he was gone, leaving Yue Yun and the others standing in silence.