Jiang Lu followed her gaze. The roots of the Tree of Life seemed to have gone still.
All those countless lights connected to the darkness at the other end.
Even if Jiang Lu understood nothing else, Shen Meier's expression told her this was not normal.
She froze, wanting to say something, but no words came out.
She had thought she had merely caused trouble, but... the situation might be far more serious than she had imagined.
Seeing her expression, Jiang Lu immediately put away her sword and stood cautiously behind her.
Before long, an overwhelming pressure hurtled toward them.
Jiang Lu's heart jolted, and the hairs on her body stood on end. She dared not release even a trace of Divine Sense. Several powerful strands of Divine Sense had already locked firmly onto her; any slight movement now would be noticed.
She immediately lowered her head, a faint gleam flickering in her eyes. This seemed to be a rather serious matter.
Suddenly, a pair of white shoes appeared in her field of vision, embroidered with intricate patterns. Looking farther up, she saw the hem of a white dress, its edges embroidered with elaborate green designs.
Jiang Lu could sense the person before her staring intently at her. She pressed her lips together slightly, tightened her grip on Qianming, and clutched the jade token at her waist.
It held a strand of her master's Divine Sense. If her life was in danger, it would be enough to block a fatal blow and help her escape.
That was her plan for the worst-case scenario.
A thin sheen of sweat appeared on her forehead. As her thoughts raced, the pressure surrounding her suddenly dissipated.
"Jiang Lu, what happened?" Le Ziyan, the Holy Master of the Hundred Blossoms Sacred Ground, spoke in a cool,