Deal with Death

"You look extremely confused," the Blue Sun remarked, a knowing smirk playing on her lips, her eyes glinting with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

"That's because if they're the same person, then I'm really in deep trouble," I confessed, my mind racing with the implications. "Even against the Cryptic Sun, I always maintained a careful balance in our interactions. But the Death Sun, if he is Shi Situ, then it's a death grudge between us… fuck," I cursed inwardly, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on me. It wasn't fear, for no real cultivator should ever bow down to power. It was the realization that my life would become a living nightmare if he recognized me and decided to act on old grudges.