True Person Xuanji spoke plainly, and Lin Changheng acted decisively.
Both went straight to the point, their blades thrusting directly in, without any twists or turns. Such crisp, straightforward exchanges spared them much needless courtesy and probing; neither had to waste energy on words.
Lin Changheng was thoroughly satisfied with this.
As his magical power surged, a whoosh immediately rang out.
The jade ring flew from his hand and hovered steadily above Mo Zhaoli's Soul Lamp, spinning round and round.
It turned neither quickly nor slowly, carrying a mysterious rhythm, as though some natural resonance existed between it and the Soul Lamp.
The pale red crystal, no larger than a grain of rice, set into its upper surface immediately brightened. It breathed out a soft, warm radiance that enveloped the Soul Lamp.
Lin Changheng immediately sensed a strange, lingering aura emerge and project itself onto the Soul Lamp's flame.
"Hiss, hiss-"
The flame, previously motionless and seemingly petrified, now began to dance frequently.
It seemed to be mirroring, refracting something.
"This is Li'er's aura."
Lin Changheng's brows stirred slightly as he immediately recognized it.
There could be no falsifying this, for he knew Mo Zhaoli's aura all too well.
Her condition was indeed good, at least judging by the Soul Lamp's response.
The flame danced vigorously, its halo full and abundant, without any sign of dimness or weakness. This indicated that her vitality was strong and her magical power circulated normally. She was neither injured nor trapped in danger.
His heart eased a little.
"How do I determine her direction?"
Lin Changheng turned to ask True Person Xuanji.
"Fellow Daoist Ten Thousand Longevity, extend your divine sense into the jade ring and examine it carefully. You will be able to perceive it."
True Person Xuanji smiled faintly.
Her explanation was