A few minutes later, Fang Yuan lowered his hand from the obsidian ring, the golden light fading like dying embers.
The sphere of isolation dissolved, returning the scent of blood and dust to his senses.
Fang Yuan stared, brows faintly drawn, a flicker of surprise dancing in his eyes.
The ring's verdict was unmistakable and claimed Lin Zhaoyue bore no ill intent toward him.
Opposite him, she tilted her head, a slow, unnerving smile spreading across her blood-flecked face, the smile of a predator who'd just passed an unexpected test.
"So?" she purred, anticipation crackling in her gaze. "Did I pass, husband?"
Fang Yuan let out a slow, controlled breath, the weight of the ring's revelation settling heavily.
No ill intent…. He inclined his head, his voice carefully neutral. "Splendidly so."
Another thing he had also learned by probing through the ring, was the utterly bizarre nature of her control over the Saberfangs.
