Lü Jue asked Qi Shan and the others.
"What does this Word Spirit do?"
Qi Shan urged his literary energy and drew the Word Spirit out of the Martial Gall Tiger Tally. It was a ball of light encircled by tightly packed words, its core quietly radiating a gentle purple glow. Lü Jue reached out and touched it with a fingertip, feeling a faint chill emanating from within.
The Word Spirit didn't seem hostile.
Lü Jue guessed, "Could it be meant to spy on me?"
His understanding of Literary Scholars' Word Spirits was limited, so he could only guess at the purpose of an unfamiliar one. After all, he was a general and had regular access to classified documents and important military meetings. It was only natural that his wife would place a Word Spirit like this on him.
Qi Shan dispelled the idea.
"The kind you're describing stops working once it's more than fifty or sixty paces away. What's the point of using a Word Spirit when the distance is that short? You might as well listen with your own ears." The kind of Word Spirit Lü Jue described did exist, but its range was extremely limited. The hearing of both Literary Scholars and Martial Gall Warriors could reach beyond a hundred paces. "This one was probably triggered from the outside. It would activate on its own when it came into close contact with its target."
After he finished, Qi Shan and Lü Jue exchanged a look.
Cui Xiao guessed, "Did she mean to assassinate our lord?"
Gu Chi shook his head. "Literary Scholars' Word Spirits rarely have great destructive power. Most are meant to provide support. They're no match for ordinary Martial Gall Warriors in a direct fight or in defense, much less our lord, with his level