"Do you know more?"
The Saintess answered simply.
"Give me a few minutes."
And then—silence.
Lin Mu continued working, his hands never pausing, his breath steady, face expressionless. Not a single flicker of emotion gave away the conversation he was having.
Cattaleya hadn't noticed anything, nor had the others. As far as they were concerned, Lin Mu was still just silently chiseling away at the complex matrix of energy before him.
Fifteen minutes passed.
Then, the Saintess returned.
"You were right to find her strange," she said. "She's not from the Immortal Realm."
Lin Mu's mind stilled. His eyes widened just slightly, though his movements did not falter.
"What do you mean?" he asked, his mental tone sharpened. "Is she a Celestial?"
That would be serious. Very serious.
Celestials, beings of the Celestial Realm, rarely descended to the Immortal Realm. The barriers between worlds were not only spatial but also hierarchical.
