Before testing the imprint again, Qian Renxue asked Bai Jin to set one fewer Void Anchor.
Four more days had passed since Bibi Dong's episode in the Papal Hall. She could handle official documents as usual again, and the heat in Qian Renxue's left leg from their sparring had subsided. The faint gold below Qian Renxue's knee had yet to fade, and it lit up whenever she used Silverwing Skystep. She recorded every movement she measured over those days on paper and brought it into the Angel Temple.
Qian Daoliu read the paper and pointed to a blank spot among the landing points near her ankle. "You haven't tried here."
"My foot starts hurting before I get there."
"Planning to stop once you reach it today?"
"I'm planning to let it make its own way there."
Bai Jin's Six Eyes brightened as he looked where she pointed. "One fewer anchor—you want to leave this gap for the space leaking out?"
"So it knows I won't use six pillars to bind myself in place. Just guard the five spots outside."
Bai Jin did not put away the materials at once. First, he set six stones on the ground and had Qian Renxue point out the empty spot. The five anchors would surround her on both sides and from behind, but if he simply removed the one beside her foot, the leaking power would surge from below toward the temple's side wall. He shifted the two upper anchors three inches inward so the spatial tremor escaping her body could rise along the wall to the dome, where he could catch it from outside with Limitless.
"Even with one spot left empty, it needs somewhere to vent," he said. "If that passage bends inward, I'll see it first. Then you stop."
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