Kai Syaoran moved without a shred of hesitation, striding forward to take his place in the seat of honor,a majestic, throne-like chair clearly crafted for the ancestral progenitor. The spectators crammed into the hall were stunned by his audacity, but their shock paled in comparison to their sheer bewilderment when he pulled Zhao Lusi close, gently cradling her onto his lap.
A profound silence descended upon the vast chamber, most noticeably from Wela, who remained rooted to the spot in frozen disbelief.
Beside her, Agni had not taken her eyes off Zhao Lusi from the very instant they met. Yet, Zhao Lusi seemed entirely oblivious to her presence, acting as though the supreme fire goddess did not exist at all.
"Leave us," Zhao Lusi commanded, her voice cutting through the heavy stillness.
