...
Nangong Jin walked into the bedchamber, her gaze falling with confusion upon the Spiritual Mist before her.
She remembered this was where Ji Shenyun rested. 'Is this pervasive mist a phenomenon from her cultivation?'
'If I were to launch a sneak attack right now...'
After a moment of silence, Nangong Jin cautiously halted, stopping before the Spiritual Mist. She knelt and bowed, speaking softly.
"Her Majesty the Empress, I have ascertained the basic information on the Chosen Organization."
After Nangong Jin spoke, a long moment passed with no response.
Just as Nangong Jin was considering whether she should leave,
"Ngh..."
A soft moan came from within the white mist.
"...Go on. We happen to be curious as well... about those madmen who wish to welcome the Divine Spirits... Mmm~ Just what are they capable of."
Ji Shenyun's voice was a little hoarse and heavy, as if she had encountered some difficulty in her cultivation and was gritting her teeth to endure it.
