There were patterns on the surface of the Azure Sky Mirror, but they were very fine.
There were ridges on the pads of his fingers, but they were finer still.
So when his fingers slowly stroked the Azure Sky Mirror, they made no sound.
The study was as quiet as it had been for most of the past several decades.
Time flowed slowly by. Jing Jiu looked at the tea in his cup without saying anything, and no one knew what astonishing secret he was working out.
Liu S sui grew increasingly nervous and felt a little thirsty. Instinctively, he picked up his cup and drained the cold tea, only then realizing he had done something wrong.
Gripping the cup tightly, he quietly turned around and silently walked to the stove to brew some tea.
Throughout this process, Jing Jiu's gaze did not shift at all, indicating that what he was looking at was not the tea in his cup.
The water in the pot gradually came to a boil, making a bewildered sound.
Liu S sui placed the teacup before him and withdrew to one side, not daring to disturb him further.
The tender buds of fresh tea slowly unfurled in the cup, but Jing Jiu's expression showed no sign of relaxing.
There seemed to be some hidden connection between those entries in the Daily Records, those seemingly unrelated events, and those seemingly ordinary words.
That connection was like the tiny bubbles in the tea, appearing at any moment, then suddenly disappearing for some unknown reason, making it very difficult to catch.
Demon blood was like ink.
An ink jiao.
Jiao bone.
Bones could be steeped in liquor.
A gleam of sword light appeared deep in Jing Jiu's eyes, brilliant and sharp to the extreme.
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