Deng remained silent for a long time, her fingertips unconsciously scraping the rim of the teacup, leaving shallow scratches on the delicate porcelain surface.
The library was very quiet, so quiet that she could hear the sound of the stars turning outside the window, yet the unease in Deng's heart surged like a tide, making even breathing feel a bit strained.
It had been a very long time since she last felt this way.
"Mother, you must have sensed it, right?"
The Master of All Changes beside her seemed to have noticed something, slowly putting down the ancient texts in hand, speaking slowly with a voice full of gravity that was difficult to conceal.
She did not speak explicitly, but Deng knew better than anyone that the Master of All Changes was referring to the battle going on in the Supreme Heaven.
