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Inside the Chen Family Duke Residence, the scent of Agarwood lingered in the silence.
Accompanied by Chen Cong, Chen Hong sat below and reported the family's resolutions to Bo Xian'er, who sat in the chair. His voice was steady and clear, and everything he reported concerned movements related to the Clear Sky Sect and the Mystic Yellow Tang Family.
Bo Xian'er listened with her eyes closed, yet also seemed as if her mind had sunk into some far deeper deduction.
She had not deliberately released any pressure, but that calm had settled like an abyssal sea.
Suddenly—
"Mm?" An extremely soft murmur, carrying a hint of confirmation-like surprise, slipped from her lips.
Bo Xian'er, who had kept her eyes closed like an ice sculpture, suddenly lifted her lashes!
A gaze as deep as a sea of stars instantly pierced through the Void, shooting straight toward the core lands of the Chen Family in the northeast of the continent.
That subtle motion and sound made Chen Hong's words come to an abrupt stop.
He instinctively followed Bo Xian'er's gaze, but sensed only silence—the fluctuation was far too pure, far too restrained, and was by no means something he could easily capture.
Bo Xian'er's gaze seemed to freeze upon a certain point in space.
She tilted her head slightly. There was no exaggerated expression on that breathtaking face; only a clear understanding that had seen through to the source flowed between her brows, along with a trace of almost imperceptible... gratification?
Her fingertip unconsciously tapped lightly against the edge of the warm chair.
An extremely faint, sharp intent condensed to the utmost limit, like an invisible ray of light piercing through Starry Night, ignored all barriers of matter and energy by its very nature, and was captured by her