Core Jade Token communication space.
The sword-shaped mark between Yu Qingling's brows carried a sharp oppression that pierced straight into the divine sense. She sat upright on a jade chair, her fair hands folded and resting flat against her skirt, though her eyes within that elegant and serene face flickered with a lively intelligence at the moment.
By contrast, Shen Ping felt slightly ill at ease.
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