Judgment
"Have you thought it over?" Tang Xiao sat on the sofa, gazing calmly at the woman before him. Dressed in fitted combat clothes, she cut a dashing figure. Her jet-black hair was braided into a long plait, lending her a distinctive charm.
Around her neck was an antique-looking collar, its six prongs gripping her throat tightly.
She was Celeste Morne, the current owner of Muur Talisman—or rather, the one Muur Talisman had chosen.
Tang Xiao had left Morne here for several months, giving her time to consider whether she would serve him.
To put it bluntly, Celeste Morne was merely an extra. What Tang Xiao truly wanted was Muur Talisman. But the talisman seemed to have set its sights on Morne. Unless her head was chopped off, it probably could not be removed.
But if he really did that, who knew what the talisman might do... After all, it was no inanimate object. It possessed the ability to act on its own.
Celeste Morne studied Tang Xiao, whom she had not seen for several months, and frowned. "Your Force has grown weaker than before... Even weaker than mine. But... your spirit... What exactly did you experience on this trip?"
Tang Xiao raised a hand and examined it, replying blandly, "This is only a temporary cloned body. As for my true body, you probably would not want to see it right now. Even I do not want to see that body of mine."
"I don't quite understand what you mean."
"If my true body boarded this mothership now, by tomorrow morning, you would see a whole ship full of undead." Tang Xiao glanced at her. "Until I gain complete control over my power, I'll have to remain in this body for quite some time."
As he spoke, he looked at