And it was in the silence of the Ink Jade Sect that the young Taoist's Spiritual Sense finally reached its limit.
Within the Ink Jade Sect.
The end of the long, void corridor.
Above a stone couch floating in mid-air lay an enchanting woman clad in a golden silk feather robe, devoid of any image of decorum, sprawling on the couch. In her hand, she held an ink jade token close to her mouth, her expression slightly vacant. Meanwhile, her bare, snow-white feet dangled carelessly behind her like swing sets swayed by a gentle breeze.
"You, little Taoist, are quite interesting."
After a prolonged silence, the Ink Jade Sect once again emitted a sound like the friction of metal.
At the same time, Jin Xu had discovered through his Spiritual Sense that as the sound came from the Ink Jade Sect, the graceful woman on the stone couch had also brought the ink jade token to her mouth and spoke the same words.
