When Shen Muxian heard Zhang Yu's question, he spoke a string of difficult, tongue-twisting words to the student surnamed Bo beside him. The latter cupped his hands toward Zhang Yu and said, "Inspector, he says this is the High One Slate."
At the words "the High One," Zhang Yu's gaze shifted slightly. He had first learned of the theory of the High One at the Eastern Court Protectorate. Though the descriptions differed somewhat, he could sense that both pointed to the same meaning.
And this thing apparently existed not only in the inner layer, but in the outer layer as well.
After pondering for a moment, he said, "I know of the 'High One' you speak of. Since this thing has such an illustrious origin, shouldn't you keep it? Why bring it out as a gift?"
Upon hearing this, Shen Muxian immediately spoke another passage. The student surnamed Bo then said, "In reply to the Inspector, this is because..."
Zhang Yu waved a hand. "Let him speak to me directly." Though he did not know the other man's language, they could communicate through spiritual speech.
The student surnamed Bo naturally had no objections. The Military Affairs Office stipulated that Shen Muxian was not to communicate directly with ordinary people, but before a cultivator like Zhang Yu, who bore the status of an envoy from the Profound Court, there was no need to abide by such regulations.
Once Shen Muxian was permitted to communicate directly, a trace of excitement appeared on his face. He composed himself and said, "In reply to the Inspector, although this is the High One Slate, it is incomplete."
He gathered his words before slowly speaking in a rather earnest tone. "Those who truly possess power cannot gain any power from it. Only those without power can