As he spoke, Gu Changqing's eyes were hazy with drink, his whole body listing as though he might slip to the ground at any moment.
Yet his half-lidded eyes pierced the clamorous crowd, passed beyond Golden Ao Island's mountain-protecting Great Array, and fixed unerringly on an empty patch of void outside the island.
That was precisely where Luohu had concealed himself earlier.
The surrounding Interception Sect disciples knew nothing of this. They remained immersed in their own feverish world, roaring and clamoring.
But in Gu Changqing's world, the scene before him was entirely different.
There was no clamor, no frenzied shouting.
What he "saw" was a scene that had already ended, a true reflection plucked from the river of time by his Great Divine Power, Heavenly Reflection.
Just moments earlier.
Within that patch of void, a mass of pure darkness had writhed, coalescing into a blurred figure clad in black robes.
The figure had greedily inhaled the invisible black vapors rising from Golden Ao Island. Two points of scarlet light had flared beneath his hood, filled with the most primal malice and hunger.
Gu Changqing could even "see" the fleeting madness and calculation in those scarlet lights when the figure sensed Tongtian deep within Biyou Palace, and the resentment that followed when he finally forced down his impulse.
At last, the figure had dissolved into a wisp of smoke, silently merging into the void.
The entire process had been soundless and traceless.
Yet every word Luohu had murmured to himself had fallen within Gu Changqing's probing perception, without a single omission.
Luohu.
Demon Ancestor Luohu.
Gu Changqing drew the Wine Gourd away from his lips, letting a crystalline drop of wine slide down its mouth and fall onto his robe, where it spread into a small, dark stain.
Luohu believed