Lu Qing had entered in search of a fine sword. Inspiration could shift and transform; that too was one method of sensing.
Finding nothing in the first shop was perfectly normal.
But at that moment—
A strange feeling suddenly arose within him.
For just then, a voice drew near from afar and appeared in his heart.
He shifted his gaze across the surroundings and found no one transmitting a message. Then his eyes abruptly stopped and turned toward the ground beneath him.
He found its source—the vast snow-white flower formed from a broken sword, supporting the Immortal Market here.
"Young man, do you need a sword?"
The voice came from beneath the ground he stood upon.
A trace of peculiarity entered Lu Qing's heart. He sensed no malice, nor did any Divination arise. What felt strange was that such a classic scene had actually happened to him.
He did not answer the voice.
His expression remained calm. After only an instant, his gaze returned to the swords hanging within the shop.
There was no sword here that Lu Qing needed.
He continued on to the next shop.
At the same time, he inwardly observed the Providence above his head. After it had been concealed and disguised by his formation, the Providence displayed outwardly naturally was not Lu Qing's true Providence. Yet when Lu Qing looked at it today, much of the gray-white coloring around its edges had faded away.
This showed that even if he gained nothing great today, no disaster would come seeking him.
As for that mysterious, unfathomable voice that had entered his heart, with secrets perhaps lurking behind it, Lu Qing would not agree to its request.
He was in a relaxed mood.
But the owner of that mysterious voice—
Was not feeling relaxed at all.
Just