[As airy as her nature may be, to Shi Qingxuan, disembodied voices that are not particularly attached to communication arrays have never been a good sign, from past experiences. She stiffens, goosebumps rising along the nape of her neck and a frown knotting her brow as the words sink in.
Even with the cluster of people leaving and arriving at any given point, she can't sense another spiritual device teasing the wind in any capacity.]
It's poisoned, isn't it?!
[Because surely that is the most logical conclusion.]
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Even with the cluster of people leaving and arriving at any given point, she can't sense another spiritual device teasing the wind in any capacity.]
It's poisoned, isn't it?!
[Because surely that is the most logical conclusion.]