Those bells that should have swayed according to the trajectories of the Zhou Tian Star Array were now rocking in eerie unison, like harp strings plucked by an invisible hand.
Zi Ling seemed to sense something. The Bronze Small Sword in her hair suddenly slid three inches from its sheath.
The seven star apertures on the bronze sword lit up at once, laying down the Big Dipper Sword Formation in the void.
Only then did Jiang Shu discover that the jade pendant at her waist concealed a spacetime coordinate, which had formed a subtle resonance with the Ethereal Star Alliance's Sand of Time.
Zi Ling's comprehension of the Great Dao was actually no weaker than his own!
All he could say was, as expected of the War Alliance.
Someone who would have been hailed as an unmatched prodigy by any outside force—perhaps even a powerhouse within some great Outer Area faction—was merely a maidservant here.
Though she was the personal maidservant of the War Alliance's publicly acknowledged number one figure, it was still enough to leave one stunned.
"Young Master, please have some tea."
As Zi Ling poured the tea with her fair hand, Jiang Shu noticed nearly transparent threads coiled around her wrist.
They carried faint ripples of Space Law. If she advanced another step, she could clearly enter the Venerable Realm as well.
The tea leaves floating in the brew vaguely formed the shape of a Star Chart, radiating Dao Rhyme.
"Thank you."
The tea was fine, and the woman was beautiful. It should have been an exceedingly enchanting scene.
Yet Jiang Shu's mind remained fixed on the shadow he had seen earlier.
He had wanted to ask about it, but Zi Ling had clearly seen that shadow as well and had pretended otherwise. Jiang Shu did not