The Star-Trail mark on Jiang Ye's wrist was still burning.
He shook his arm, the loose gravel beneath his feet rattling down into the newly born spirit veins along with the fluctuations of his spiritual power.
Ye Shuli was crouching in front of a cluster of blue-glowing crystals, the trajectory of the spiritual power drawn by her fingertips accidentally coinciding with the parabola of a modern mathematical model.
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