It happens without warning.

The water flares brighter the moment you step in—too bright. The golden glow deepens, heat surging in a way it never has before. Spiritual pressure ripples outward, sharp enough to rattle the stones.

Liang Jinhai is on his feet instantly, eyes blazing gold.

“This has never happened,” he says, voice controlled but tight. He grips your wrist, checking your pulse, your spiritual flow. “You are not in pain?”

The springs settle slowly… reluctantly.

“…They recognize you,” he murmurs. “That should not be possible.”