Although Qian Zhong had been frightened out of daring to pry again, she had confirmed one thing: the final assembly of the magic artifact required someone above the Soul Division Stage.
Then she began to wait. Whenever she grew bored, she silently performed divination to determine how long the refining would take.
Unfortunately, she could not derive any result and could only sense a patch of chaos.
Yi Jue was also performing divination. Later, she even took out divination sticks, but after half an hour, she put them away again.
She could have asked Qian Zhong what result she had obtained, but she vaguely bore some resentment toward this Great Lord: If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have had to leave the manor. I could have watched from nearby.
In the blink of an eye, a day and a night passed. The two sat silently in the pavilion, neither saying a word.
With the cultivation of these two, sitting motionlessly for decades would not have been a problem.
Still, Qian Zhong was the first to speak. "How long will he need to refine this magic artifact?"
Yi Jue gave her a cold glance. She had not wanted to answer, but considering that the other party was ultimately a Great Lord of the Soul Division Stage, she asked instead, "Doesn't Senior know divination?"
"I can't derive it," Qian Zhong answered without hesitation. "I feel that you're close to him. Didn't he tell you?"
"You saw it too. I can't derive it either," Yi Jue replied blandly. "Actually, I don't need him to tell me. As long as I ask, he'll naturally help me refine one... Didn't you pry into him?"
I wouldn't pry into him a third time even if it killed me! Qian Zhong had already made up her