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Inside the Chang'an Duke's Mansion, the scent of agarwood incense lingered in the silence.
Accompanied by Chen Cong, Chen Hong sat in a lower seat and reported the clan's decisions to Bo Xian'er in her chair, covering the Twelve Departments Joint Conference and developments concerning the Clear Sky Sect and the Yellow Emperor Tang Family.
Bo Xian'er listened with her eyes closed, yet her mind seemed immersed in deeper, more far-reaching deductions.
She did not deliberately release any pressure, but her stillness lay deep as an abyssal sea.
Suddenly-
"Hmm?" An exceedingly soft murmur escaped her lips, carrying a surprise that seemed to confirm something.
Bo Xian'er, who had sat with her eyes closed like an ice sculpture, abruptly lifted her lashes.
A gaze as profound as a sea of stars instantly pierced the void, shooting straight toward the Chen Clan's heartland in the continent's northeast.
That slight movement and sound cut Chen Hong's report short.
He instinctively followed Bo Xian'er's gaze, only to sense utter stillness-the fluctuation was too pure, too restrained, far beyond anything he could readily detect.
Bo Xian'er's gaze fixed on a particular point in space.
She tilted her head slightly. No exaggerated expression appeared on her breathtakingly beautiful face; only an understanding that penetrated to the root of things showed between her brows, along with a nearly imperceptible trace of... relief?
Her fingertip unconsciously tapped the edge of her heated chair.
She instantly caught an exceedingly faint, razor-sharp intent, condensed to its utmost limit, like an invisible thread of light piercing the starry night, possessing the ability to disregard every barrier of matter and energy.
This fluctuation was not the energy surge of an ordinary martial soul advancement, but a certain... transformation that elevated the very concept of one's own