Han Yu remained standing beside the blood pool long after Meng Jueyan left, her words lingering in his mind like an echo that refused to fade.
The workshop had grown quiet again, filled only with the low hum of formations and the faint, rhythmic movement of the blood within the pool. The corpse continued to float in silence, suspended between life and death, awaiting a completion that had eluded him for years.
"Purpose…"
He repeated the word softly, as if testing its weight.
Meng Jueyan's observation had not been casual. Her Ominous Wind Raven eye did not perceive things in ordinary ways. It translated unseen imbalances into something her mind could grasp, often revealing truths that were difficult to articulate through conventional means. If she sensed a flaw, then it was not a minor imperfection.
It was fundamental.
Han Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, his thoughts deepening.
