The bells that should have swung along the Circulation of Stars now swayed together in eerie unison, like strings plucked by an invisible hand.
Zi Ling seemed to sense something. The little bronze sword in her hair suddenly slid three inches from its sheath.
All seven star apertures on the bronze sword lit up at once, laying the Big Dipper Sword Formation across the void.
Only then did Jiang Shu realize that the Jade Pendant at her waist concealed spatial coordinates, and that it was resonating faintly with the Misty Star Alliance's Sand of Time.
Zi Ling's comprehension of the Great Dao was actually no weaker than his!
Could this be the War Alliance, for you?
A person who would be called an unparalleled prodigy by any force in the outside world, and might even be a powerful figure from some major peripheral faction, was merely a maid.
Granted, she was the personal maid of the War Alliance's publicly acknowledged number-one figure, but it was still enough to leave anyone stunned.
"Please, young master, have some tea."
As Zi Ling poured the tea with her delicate hands, Jiang Shu noticed nearly transparent threads wound around her wrist.
They carried faint ripples of the Law of Space. If she advanced a little further, she would clearly be able to enter the Venerable Realm as well.
The tea leaves drifting in the brew faintly formed the shape of a star chart, radiating Dao Rhyme.
"Thank you."
The tea was excellent, and the woman was beautiful. It should have been a scene brimming with heady romance.
But Jiang Shu's thoughts remained fixed on the shadow he had just seen.
He wanted to ask about it. But Zi Ling had clearly seen the shadow too, and had pretended not to notice it. Jiang Shu