They were like two tuning forks calibrated to the same frequency, resonating with each other across space.
Just then, in the courtyard, Saina, who had been watering the vegetable patch, suddenly froze.
The dipper in her hand hung suspended in midair. Water spilled over its rim, soaking the tips of her shoes.
She blinked, somewhat blankly looking down at her own hand.
A gentle yet powerful force was awakening within her.
It was not an infusion from outside, but something spontaneously beginning to condense from the depths of her own sea of qi.
The synchronization of the "Family Group" had begun.
By the stone table, Elena's ledger snapped shut.
Her fingertips pressed hard enough to leave several shallow marks in its expensive leather cover.
She forcibly steadied her breathing, feeling the familiar yet unfamiliar power within her transform.
She knew the synchronization had begun.
At the firewood shed door, Elonore's silver hair rose and drifted gently despite the windless air.
An incomparably pure energy was combing through her meridians. Her elven bloodline, tempered by the power of the fifth tier, was becoming even purer and stronger.
Unlike that painful empowerment in her previous life.
This time, none of the three women showed any sign of pain.
The daily control training of all these years, along with the stability rings Elonore had constantly refined, had all paid off.
Their bodies and souls had long been prepared for this moment.
The entire process was as steady and natural as breathing.
At the same time, at the Elven Merchant Association headquarters in Silver Crown City.
In the top-floor workshop, Talia was holding an exquisite carving knife, engraving runes onto a fourth-tier heart-protecting mirror.
Suddenly, the hand holding her knife froze in midair.
She jerked her head up and looked toward Ginkgo Alley,