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Tingyun's situation clearly caught everyone off guard.
Wonweek pondered for a moment, then suddenly looked up and asked, "Old Sun, what do you think?"
Sunday: "..."
His breathing became noticeably rapid.
But Sunday was still Sunday. Even as this troublesome friend kept lowering his own standards, he could only maintain a smile.
He tried to speak in a calm tone, "Let's try a different form of address, friend."
Wonweek looked utterly innocent, "It feels more intimate, just like the habit of this foxian lady."
...
"Have to admit, their relationship is really good."
"Only Wonweek could make Sunday's tone waver like that."
"Sunday hasn't even appeared yet and he's already become 'Old Sun' (sad)"
"Wonweek really understands Sunday! I'm starting to wonder if there's another little brother in the bird family."
"Sunday: Having a friend like you is my blessing."
...
Sunday took a deep breath.
Too lazy to continue bickering with Wonweek.
He analyzed, "Miss Tingyun's trouble is just as I suspected. After enduring that ordeal, she has senesced into every note of herself."
"In other words, what's scattered here are the various facets of Tingyun."
March 7th blinked her eyes.
Her gaze revealed a clear sense of confusion.
"Feels like your explanation just made things more complicated..."
Sunday's mouth twitched slightly again.
"Anyway, this isn't an isolated case in the dream. Using attunement might solve everyone's troubles."
"However, these Miss Tingyuns are all quite headstrong. Is there anyone who can communicate?"
March 7th scratched her head, "Communicate... ah, seems like there is."
"Uh, but I'll have to see if I can still recognize her."
Soon.
Among the various styles of Tingyun.
One approached to greet them.
"Oh, are you all here to see little old me?"
March 7th exclaimed with joy, "Found it! If I remember correctly, Miss Tingyun's characteristic is..."
"Just some habitual phrasing," Tingyun, who often referred to herself as "this humble girl," said with a smile.
"Does this meet your criteria for communication?"
"Worth a try," Sunday nodded.
"Miss, I hope to perform a tuning on you."
Before Tingyun could respond, March 7th interrupted, "Just so you know, we're all watching you. If you're thinking of taking Miss Tingyun hostage—"
"Be prepared to be torn apart by gravity," Stelle chimed in.
Sunday quickly expressed his sincerity, "I have no intention of challenging you all. For safety, let my friend handle it—when it comes to Harmony, Wonweek's expertise surpasses mine."
Wonweek didn't hesitate.
He immediately stood confidently with his hands on his hips and said, "That's the truth."
...
"Be prepared to be torn apart by gravity... That's what Uncle Yang said to Acheron, hahaha."
"Sunday: I have no intention of provoking conflict..."
"Wait! Wonweek's expertise surpasses Sunday's?!"
"I'm shocked! Sunday wouldn't lie, right?"
"Such an amazing Pathstrider, yet he's been unknown in the family until now?"
"Quick, invite Elder Wonweek!"
"Something's off! Nine out of ten things are off!"
...
"If you're still uneasy, you can control me while he performs the tuning."
March 7th was instantly awkward.
"Uh, that's not necessary... Your honesty has me at a loss."
Uncle Yang then sought Tingyun's opinion.
He asked, "Miss Tingyun, is that alright with you?"
"This humble girl goes with the flow, I have no objections. You all decide."
"My apologies. Wonweek, please do your best."
...
At the viewing scene.
Wonweek grinned.
Seeing the barrage of comments marveling at his strength, his vanity was immensely satisfied!
He turned to Sunday beside him and boasted, "See that, my family head?"
"Yu Ling also knows who's more capable between us. My highlight moment is coming up soon, so keep your eyes wide open and learn."
Sunday slightly narrowed his eyes.
Not because Wonweek's taunt affected him, but because he keenly sensed that the plot might not go as smoothly as expected!
Who left the mark of Destruction on Tingyun?
—Lord Ravager Phantylia!
And tuning is more about resonating with the caster's spirit, which would inevitably trigger the mark of Destruction.
Wonweek is still too young...
A highlight moment?
More likely a grim moment.
Thinking this, Sunday's lips curled into a faint smile.
If it were anyone else, Sunday would have warned them early.
But for Wonweek, he was quite looking forward to the upcoming scene.
...
Wonweek closed his eyes and extended his right hand.
Confidently, he began the tuning.
Suddenly,
a flash of blood-red light appeared in Wonweek's perception!
This fleeting scene alerted him.
But Wonweek, confident in his abilities, decided to delve deeper to see what that blood-red light was.
It seemed like some kind of liquid mixed with fragments continuously rolling down...
It gave off an extremely unsettling feeling!
Amidst such light and shadow.
Tingyun's figure suddenly appeared.
She maintained a sideways posture, seemingly aware of Wonweek's consciousness, and slightly turned her head.
A strange curve hung at the corner of her mouth.
"Hehehe..."
...
"Ahhh, you scared me!!!"
"Black Swan: I'm familiar with this."
"Black Swan's favorite episode."
"Wow, pieces of Tingyun scattered here and there."
"Phantylia, is that you?"
"The collision of Harmony and Destruction..."
"Phantylia: Hello."
"Ah, that scared me to death! (referring to the scene)"
...
Wonweek was greatly alarmed!
"What the hell?"
He quickly withdrew his hand!
"Did you all hear that voice just now?"
The people present were completely baffled.
"Voice?"
Wonweek seemed to be questioning his existence.
He shook his head.
And said, "...It's nothing."
March 7th suddenly became excited!
She exclaimed, "Ah, look—it's working!"
All the Tingyuns present showed expressions of surprise.
Bright petals surrounded them.
Guiding all their faces towards a unified direction.
At the forefront.
The petals intertwined and formed a pink lotus.
A pair of jade legs emerged from it.
The toes lightly touched the ground.
A complete Tingyun walked out from within.
"I never expected to meet you all in such a predicament."
She opened her eyes.
A pair of clear, emerald-green pupils, brimming with a gentle smile.
Supported by fluffy tails.
She unfolded her folding fan and placed it in front of her.
Performing a greeting.
"Have I been impolite before?"
...
"Wow!!?"
"Ohhhhhhhh!!"
"So beautiful, Tingyun, ahhhhhhh!!"
"This bgm is so good!!"
"A bunch of little Tingyuns merging into one big Tingyun."
"Ruan Mei really chose a great outfit for Tingyun, such good taste."
"Yes! That expression! I love that expression so much!"
"This entrance is absolutely stunning!"
"This! Is! Auspicious!"