"Senior, I apologize for the intrusion!" Jiang Ning spoke.
Then he reached out to touch the wrist of the white-haired woman, the sensation like jade.
His fingers brushed past, warm and smooth, still flawless.
Afterward, he brought his right index and middle fingers together and made a stroke toward his own brow.
Although his Primordial Spirit was manifest outside, the Heavenly Eye at his brow remained open.
White light blazed intensely, like wisps of cloud dispersing.
In an instant, the gaze of the white-haired woman, Cang Yue, and Shen Yueru fell upon Jiang Ning's brow.
The white-haired woman's gaze narrowed, her body slightly tense.
At this moment, she felt that the eye at Jiang Ning's brow seemed capable of seeing through her secrets.
"Innately miraculous?" she murmured internally, contemplating the Heavenly Eye at Jiang Ning's brow.
Jiang Ning quickly bowed his head, as propriety dictates.
His gaze fell onto the white-haired woman's arm.
