Lin Xiang and Lin Ping stood at the heart of the shattered realm, the air around them still crackling with the residual energy of their epic clash.
With a casual snap of her fingers, Lin Ping dispelled the last of the purple lightning arcs that danced across the landscape, a wry smile playing across her lips.
"Haah..." she sighed, shaking her head in mock exasperation. "Looks like you're still perched at the top, brother dearest. But don't get too comfortable - I won't be lagging behind for long. And once Zuo joins the fray, our little trio will be complete once more!"
Lin Xiang chuckled, a low, rich sound that seemed to resonate with the very fabric of the realm. "With the new heights we've reached, I can only imagine the wonders that await our dear brother. His power should rival even yours, Ping'er."
"Ugh, don't remind me," Lin Ping groaned, rolling her eyes in dramatic fashion. "As if your insufferable smugness wasn't enough to deal with."