Third Party Intervenes

The deep starry vault was like an overturned inkstone, billions of stars adorning the dark heavens, flickering between light and shadow.

Between the stars, wisps of silver-gray clouds slowly swirled. As though alive, they entwined and gathered together, eventually forming a broad cloud chair.

A faint glow shimmered along the chair's edges, as if it had been woven from moonlight. A white-haired old woman sat cross-legged upon it in a plain robe, her sleeves gently stirring in the stellar wind, her unbound silver hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall.

The old woman's eyes were half-open, half-closed. Her aura fluctuated between strength and weakness—at times as deep and heavy as the sea, dimming even the surrounding stars beneath its pressure, and at others as ethereal as drifting smoke, as though she might melt into the starscape the next instant.

No matter how intently anyone probed, they could sense only a chaos and could not discern her cultivation realm at all, as if she herself were a part of this starry sky.

Beside the cloud chair stood a sixteen-year-old girl with bright eyes and pearly teeth.

She wore a moon-white gown embroidered with fine silver threads along its hem, and when she moved, it was as if she were covered in fallen starlight.

Yet the manager of the Starry Sky Auction House had lost her usual composure. Those bright eyes that always carried a smile were filled with urgency, while her slender fingers unconsciously twisted her sleeve and her pearly teeth lightly bit her lower lip.

Just moments ago, she had watched Lenord use his unfathomable methods to seize Hua Qiang through a crack in the star gate.

In that instant, Ji Ruxue had nearly chased after him at once, but the moment she raised the spiritual power within her,