The twilight sank completely.
On the bluestone plaza before the mountain gate of the True Martial Temple, the last trace of daylight was swallowed by the mountain ridge.
Only Shangguan Hongye's plain red dress emitted a faint, congealed luster in the evening wind.
Zhang Chu did not speak.
The resonance of the four and a half stone relics slowly subsided within his body.
The dark golden halo contracted inch by inch back into his palm, finally condensing into an extremely faint, almost invisible pattern that sank beneath his skin.
Yet that oppressive aura did not dissipate!
It simply existed in another way, changing from an outward aura into an introverted silence.
Like a behemoth closing its mouth, yet keeping its eyes open.
Shangguan Hongye did not rush him either.
She stood there, her red dress lifted and lowered by the evening wind, her plain white underskirt like a piece of old snow forgotten by time in the twilight.
Her gaze constantly rested on Zhang Chu's face, cold and quiet.
Like a mirror wiped far too clean, so clean that even the action of waiting itself seemed superfluous.
After about twenty breaths.
Zhang Chu spoke.
"You say that person holds a piece of the Seven Limits Stele?"
"Yes." Shangguan Hongye nodded.
"Which one?"
"I cannot be certain." She shook her head.
"The Heavenly Secret Pavilion investigated for three years and only discovered that when that person broke into the sealed land, his entire body was wreathed in an extremely dark, near-nothingness aura."
"That aura is somewhat identical to the fluctuation of one of the stone steles among the Seven Limits, and an ancient record in the Heavenly Secret Pavilion has a passage that highly matches that aura."
"What record?"
"The Fate Character Stele!" When Shangguan Hongye uttered these three words, her