Chen Lin glanced at the Airy Woman. What a coincidence. I was just wondering how to approach her, and she came looking for me first.
"I'm not from your Soul Country. Why should I bow to your country's princess?"
Chen Lin adopted a stiff attitude, then watched her reaction.
This was how an ordinary Ability User would react. If he behaved too humbly, he would only arouse her suspicions.
Sure enough, the princess showed no displeasure. Instead, she waved a hand to stop the guard from rebuking him again.
She walked gracefully up to Chen Lin and asked softly, "Are you really not from Soul Country? Why does your aura feel so familiar?"
With that, she looked him up and down.
Chen Lin's heart tightened. She seemed to have noticed something.
"I don't understand what Your Grace means."
Even if she had seen through him, he could not admit it. She was merely part of an emissary group, not a princess of this country. She could do nothing to him.
Yet she did not press him. Instead, the Commandery Princess suddenly asked, "I will be undergoing soul fusion on Spirit Welcoming Day. Would you be interested in participating?"
"Sorry, I'm not interested."
Chen Lin refused outright.
He had already learned a little about soul fusion. It was a special sacrificial ritual that required the assistance of numerous Ability Users. Moreover, these Ability Users could not all belong to the same race. Apparently, each race had to be represented in balanced numbers.
Its purpose was to help the person undergoing soul fusion raise the level of their Divine Ability.
This was a method exclusive to Soul Country's Imperial Nobility, and the ritual was held on nearly every Spirit Welcoming Day. Naturally, it offered the recipient considerable benefits, but the mortality rate