Crimson Whisper Blade

Despite the overwhelming pressure Wen Ran felt, as if his very soul were laid bare before the two guardians, something unexpected happened. The intense aura that had bound him suddenly dissipated, and the two figures calmed. Their expressions, once filled with the weight of judgment, returned to their passive, unreadable state. For a moment, Wen Ran could scarcely believe what he was seeing. The two figures, who had seemed so powerful, now appeared almost… ordinary, like statues once again.

The man reached into his pocket and retrieved a small jade slip. With a swift motion, he tossed it at Wen Ran, and the object sailed through the air like a delicate feather.

"Floor two hundred and five," the man's voice rumbled, ancient and resonant, as though it came from the depths of history itself. "You have the time it takes to burn three incense sticks. Take what you want."