"The teacher will be okay, right?" Lily gazed at the starry sky outside the window, her voice tinged with undisguisable worry.
Lady Allen's teacup paused slightly in her hand, and a flicker of inscrutable emotion flashed through her emerald eyes:
"That depends on his own choices and strength. The Path of Truth has no shortcuts; everyone must face that unspeakable fear alone."
Dale and Ailan stood by the side, not fully understanding what had happened, but they could feel the weighty atmosphere in the air.
"Master... will return." Dale said firmly, her golden eyes shimmering with unwavering light: "He never fails."
Lady Allen glanced at the Little Sea Siren, a faint smile appearing at the corner of her mouth: "I hope so."
Once more, her gaze drifted to the eerie starry sky outside, unable to stop herself from recalling her own attempt years ago.
That experience, even after so many years, remained etched deep into her soul like a brand, unforgettable.
