The Jiaoren made a hand gesture, signaling that there was no problem. As a spiritual entity, the Jiaoren was always more resilient than Mu Yan’s mortal body. Seeing no other way, she waited for the moment when the spirit bone reacted to the Jiaoren’s body, intending to strike when its defenses were down.
Once the spirit bone was cradled in the Jiaoren's mouth again, enveloped by Mu Yan’s spiritual power, she closed her eyes and focused. She used slivers of spiritual power to perceive every inch of the bone, inside and out. Though it appeared to be a smooth sphere on the surface, it was actually covered in hundreds of thousands of fine lines and fissures.
Memories—countless ancient memories—had been etched into it, bit by bit, in just such a way.
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