"In this human world that spans a million miles, not a single inch has captured my heart."
Ji Jie sighed softly with her eyes closed, her slender fingers lightly tapping on the throne beneath her, producing a crisp, remarkably rhythmic sound in the vast hall.
The dozens of Grandmasters from Sakura Country outside the hall inexplicably felt a surge of fear. They found their heartbeats synchronizing with the rhythm of the Saint's fingertips, as if their hearts were being held in someone else's hand!
TAP.
TAP.
TAP.
Their heartbeats became slower and slower, so slow that it took nearly a minute for a single beat.
Even as Ninth Grade Sword Sect members, whose physical qualities far surpassed those of ordinary people, and who were considered Cultivators halfway onto the Immortal Path, their faces still turned pale. They felt as if they were about to suffocate.
The invisible pressure was simply overwhelming, far too great for them to bear.
