An Understated Dominance

The moment the white egret dissolved into blood mist, the camp fell into deathly silence. Qingzhu’s scream stuck in her throat. Her fingers clutched so tightly at the hilt of her short sword that her knuckles turned white, as if they might snap. She watched in horror as the crimson fog drifted away on the breeze, white feathers mixed with shreds of flesh scattering across the grass—ghastly beyond words. Just a moment ago, that egret had seemed so graceful and full of life. Now only a bone-deep chill crawled up her spine, making her shiver uncontrollably. “Miss… it’s lucky you stopped me just now. Otherwise…” Qingzhu trailed off. Had she stepped forward, she would likely have ended the same way as that egret—blown apart into mist. The thought alone filled her with terror. “This is the horror of a confrontation between high-level experts,” said  Margaret , her face grave. “Their spiritual power has already formed a tangible domain. Any living being that steps inside is no different t...

The faint smile lingered on  Dustin ’s lips as his fingers lightly traced the cloud patterns carved into the sword sheath. His voice was as clear and flowing as water by a lakeshore: “Since you have awakened from slumber, why direct your anger at mere mortals?” His gaze swept across the white radiance swirling about the handsome man. Within Dustin’s clear eyes seemed to turn the stars themselves, as though they could pierce the layers of time clinging to the other’s body. The longsword upon the stone table gleamed with a warm luster under the sunlight. The turquoise inlays along its sheath shimmered faintly, and the air around it carried a subtle fragrance of grass and wood—a sharp contrast to the ancient, chilling aura radiating from the handsome man. The figure hovering in the air faltered ever so slightly, surprise deepening in his eyes. He had been awake for only a few days. Other than being disturbed by that sword aura earlier, he had not crossed paths with anyone. Yet this ma...