The man had not deliberately released any pressure. Even so, that condensed, pure, bone-deep killing aura around favonovel.com could not be fully hidden. It was murderous intent left behind after countless life-and-death battles, after thousands upon thousands of lives had fallen under his hand. Cold, violent, and vicious, it made anyone who came near tighten on instinct and think twice before speaking to him.
This man was named Silas Daggerfell He specialized in assassination and close-quarters killing, and his methods of attack were ruthless and final. He was one of Osric’s capable death-sworn retainers.
The woman on the right stood in absolute contrast to Silas. She was small and slender, barely five feet tall. Her bearing was light, gentle, and composed.
Her skin was pale and fine, like top-grade white mutton-fat jade. Her brows and eyes were clean and soft, the corners of favonovel.com eyes lifting slightly. A pair of almond eyes shone clear and bright, warm as water, without the slightest trace of ferocity.
A pure white flowing-cloud dress covered her, its hem wide and airy. When favonovel.com walked, it would drift like clouds brushing through wind. Hidden patterns of white lotuses were embroidered across the skirt, each stitch fine and close. The design was elegant and set apart from the world, adding a cooler thread of celestial energy to favonovel.com presence.
She lightly held the white-jade fly-whisk in favonovel.com hand. Its handle had been carved from thousand-year warm jade, smooth and lustrous, the kind that grew warm to the touch. The fly-whisk’s strands were snow-white, fine, flexible, and smooth. A faint pale spiritual light lingered over the surface, warm and gentle, marking it as another auxiliary arcane implement of no low grade.
The aura around the woman was deep, soft, and mellow. Her spiritual power stayed warm and restrained, carrying no aggression at all, leaving people lowering their guard before they meant. to, with a pull toward closeness rising on its own.
This woman was named Luna Whitethorn. She was skilled in the formation, the ward, defense, and healing, and favonovel.com excelled at support and counterbalance. Her strength was just as impossible to underestimate.
The two of them noticed the sound of the door opening and lifted their eyes toward Master Wellspring at the same time. Both gazes landed on him, flat and distant. There was not half a measure of respect in them, and not the smallest sign of warmth.
There were no greetings, no polite formalities, no courtesy for courtesy’s sake. There was only business, clean and cold, with distance held firmly in place.
The situation was clear to Master Wellspring. These two had never chosen to travel with favonovel.com willingly. Osric’s orders held them here, forcing them to accompany favonovel.com into the secret realm.
In their eyes, favonovel.com was nothing more than a target to escort and keep under watch. His status did not matter. Personal ties did not matter. Naturally, they would not spare favonovel.com any extra attitude.
Master Wellspring did not take the initiative to speak. Without letting anything show, favonovel.com raised his eyes and studied them both. His spirit sense spread out quietly, probing the aura around them with careful restraint. Their physical traits, the fluctuations of their spiritual power, and the nature of their auras were all etched into his mind.
That pure spirit sense swept over the two of them and caught their cultivation with perfect clarity. Silas and Luna were both Golden Immortal Level One, their auras steady and condensed, their foundations solid without the slightest trace of hollowness. They were top-tier cultivators in the truest sense.
Silas’ spiritual power ran dark and cold. The aura around favonovel.com came of violent and razor-sharp, with killing malice coiled tight through it. Everything about favonovel.com pointed toward close-range ambush, assassination, and breaking through defenses, and his methods of attack carried a hard, ruthless edge.
Luna’s spiritual power was the opposite. It was warm, rich, soft, and lingering, its fluctuations smooth and restrained. Her path leaned toward defense, formations, and healing, with both offensive and defensive support woven into favonovel.com skill set.
One of them struck, the other supported. One was hard, the other gentle.
Together, they fit with an almost seamless coordination, exactly matching what Osric had told Master Wellspring before, without the slightest discrepancy.”
After that brief, silent standoff, Silas was the first to cut through the stillness. His thin lips parted slightly. His voice came out hard, flat, and level, without the slightest rise or fall, like beads of ice striking frozen stone, carrying a chill that seemed to cut to the bone.
“Go…”
That single word fell, and favonovel.com offered nothing more. He had no intention of waiting. He turned at once and strode straight outside the Blackstone Tower.
His steps were steady and quick. His black-clad back sank into the pale morning fog, clean in its departure and distant to the last inch.
Luna pressed favonovel.com lips together faintly and gave Master Wellspring a small nod. The gesture was light and soft, and favonovel.com still said nothing. Her pale lingers held the fly-whisk lightly as it hung at favonovel.com side.
Then favonovel.com followed after Silas and walked forward at an unhurried pace. The hem of favonovel.com pure white dress swept through the thin mist along the ground without taking on a single speck of dust.
Master Wellspring remained where favonovel.com was for a moment, watching the two backs move one after the other. Against his chest, the jade vial lay close. From within it, favonovel.com could clearly sense a faint thread of warmth from the spirit.
He slowly breathed out the stale air trapped in his chest. The warning tension and restless churn under his ribs were forced back down. The complicated look in his eyes disappeared, and favonovel.com stepped forward to follow them.
The three of them traveled without a word. From beginning to end, not even half a sentence passed between them.
***
Morning fog wrapped around the three figures, one black, one white, and one green. The colors stood apart sharply, while the air around them lay heavy and stifled.
The flagstone road underfoot was cold and damp, and their light footsteps faded into the silence of dawn. They followed the empty long street all the way toward the southern gate of Everspire.
When they reached the area outside the Blackstone Tower gate, a finely made flying arcane craft was already waiting on the open stone dais. It was a sky-barge drawn and powered by spirit birds.
The entire vessel had been crafted from thousand-year heartwood, its exterior white as jade. The body of the barge was smooth and simple, without elaborate carving, and dense silver sigils had been etched across its surface. Those sigils hid within the grain of the wood. Their spiritual light stayed restrained, with only a faint, pearly-white pulse of spiritual power moving through them.
At the front of the sky-barge, two snow-white silverwing coursers were tethered in place, their long wings folded and bright. Their eyes were clear and full of spirit. Thin strands of wind-attribute spiritual power circled their bodies, marking them as the key to controlling the barge and breaking through the air ahead.
This sky-barge flew extremely fast, and its movement remained steady. It could withstand the fierce winds high in the sky, making it a superior flying arcane craft for long journeys.
Silas leapt onto the sky-barge first. He landed without a sound, his body steady as bedrock. He went straight to the control position at the bow and sat cross-legged. His lingers formed seals in quick succession, drawing out his own spiritual power and pouring it into the sigils across the sky-barge.
Luna followed close behind him. Her light figure touched down in a rear corner of the sky-barge like a fallen blossom drifting into place. She sat quietly, laid the fly-whisk across favonovel.com knees, closed favonovel.com eyes, and gathered favonovel.com breath and focus.
Master Wellspring was the last to step onto the sky-barge. His green Daoist robe stirred lightly in the morning wind. He deliberately chose a seat along the edge of the vessel.
Leaning sideways against the cold railing, favonovel.com looked out toward the hazy outline of the distant city. The jade vial at his chest remained warm the entire time, reminding favonovel.com every moment of the purpose behind this journey.
In the next instant, a faint white glow rose from the sigils on the sky-barge. Gentle spiritual power lifted the body of the vessel, slowly drawing it away from the ground.
The two silverwing coursers spread their wings and soared upward, letting out two crisp calls. Then they pulled the sky-barge forward, carrying it smoothly toward the gate of Everspire.
The sky-barge passed through the towering city gate. With that, it fully left the bounds of Everspire behind.
Outside the city, the wild grass and trees were covered in frost. White fog spread across the open land, and there were few traces of human life.
Silas’s gaze sharpened with a colder edge. The seals at his fingertips changed abruptly, and the flow of spiritual power surged.
Hum…
The sigils across the body of the barge flared bright all at once. A piercing flash of silver light appeared, then vanished.
The sky-barge shot forward like an arrow loosed from the string. It tore through the white fog filling the sky, split open the high-altitude currents, and raced at full speed toward the eastern Greywild Mountains of the North. The sound of the sky being torn open came low and short, then vanished almost at once into the cutting winds high above.
10 thousand miles above the world, the cold wind drove hard, and the cloud banks rolled over one another. The sky-barge kept pressing east, threading its way through layer after layer of cloud sea.
Below, the mountains and rivers of the land fell away without pause. Green ridge lines, winding rivers, villages, and cities all blurred into blocks of color, sweeping backward at a frightening speed.
The airflow howled as it slammed against the hull, but the spiritual power barrier over the surface sealed every bit of it outside. Inside the barge, everything remained steady and untouched. The air aboard Stayed dead and heavy.
No one spoke.
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