At the top of the altar, time slipped quietly by in an agonizing silence.
Qing Lin stood quietly beside the stone pier, her jade-green eyes fixed without blinking on the green-robed figure sitting cross-legged there, as if he had fused with the giant stone beneath him.
From before the noon sun hung high overhead to now, when the light had already slanted west and taken on the warm orange-red of dusk, Lin Ming had maintained that meditative posture for nearly an entire afternoon.
As time passed second by second, the worry between Qing Lin's delicate dark brows spread like ink seeping across rice paper. She could not help frowning slightly, the crease growing tighter and tighter.
It was not that she lacked confidence in Brother Lin Ming's strength. On the contrary, precisely because she knew how extraordinary Brother Lin Ming's methods were, she understood even more clearly that any trial capable of keeping him immersed for so long had to be extraordinarily dangerous.
The pale-yellow ancient stone tablet before her, a hundred zhang tall, seemed only to stand there quietly, simple and unadorned.
But with the Triple Jade-Green Snake Flower Pupils' keen perception of energy and Soul Fluctuation, Qing Lin could clearly sense that deep within the stone tablet, it was as if a boundless, icy, deathly still ocean lay dormant. Even the faintest trace of aura that occasionally leaked out was so heavy it made the heart palpitate.
After all, even Yao Ming, a Two-Star Dou Saint who had just regained control as clan leader, had worn deep dread and the lingering fear of unbearable memories when mentioning this tablet.
Even though she held an almost blind trust in Brother Lin Ming, this long, silent wait still felt like an invisible hand slowly tightening around her heart, filling her