confront
He was afraid.
Afraid that Yu Sui might vanish again.
Mo Yan hovered over him,
his eyes locked only on him
soft, intense, trembling.
And then,
in a voice as tender as the softness of drifting clouds,
he asked
"Where have you been? I thought you were..."
Mo Yan couldn't finish.
His throat tightened.
His heart ached.
Tears welled up once more.
Instead, he just embraced him.
And Yu Sui
Yu Sui embraced him back.
And the very moment their hearts finally touched
the ancient Su Tao Jue awoke once again.
A divine light surged between them.
Yu Sui's dark, cursed powers dissolved like mist.
Su Tao Jue had done what it was created to do
Yu Sui, as long as Mo Yan is with you, no curse in the world will be able to touch you
For a time,
the two simply held each other,
together under the silver bell and moonlit leaves
like time itself had stilled just for them.
Later, as Mo Yan finally stood up,
Yu Sui smirked....his old teasing self returning
"That dry leaf… was way heavier than I expected today."
But before Mo Yan could reply
a roar shook the sky.
Shen Jichuan had arrived
with half of the Ming Jing Men Sect right behind him.
They had spotted Bai Long soaring through the skies,
and Shen Jichuan, ever suspicious, had followed
bringing the entire force with him.
But what they found
was not fear or guilt.
Mo Yan stood there
something new burning in his eyes.
A wild, unshakable determination.
A fire not even cultivation could tame.
He turned slowly
and as he did,
the sacred talisman on his forehead split cleanly in half.
Two glowing fragments fell like dying stars.
And Mo Yan…
drew his sword.
His serene face had changed
his expression was clear, fierce, and resolute.
He was with Yu Sui. No matter what came next.
It didn't matter who stood against them.
Not the sect.
Not the world.
Not even fate itself.