"Haotian Tower?"
The several women looked at each other, having never heard of it.
But the tower before them appeared to be enveloped in a radiance, exuding a sacred and extraordinary aura, truly deserving of the name Haotian.
As they scrutinized the Haotian Tower, it shrank visibly until it was palm-sized, resting in Jiang Lingling's pale hand.
Not only that, the Xuanyuan Sword, mistakenly sealed inside, had now been released by Jiang Lingling from the Haotian Tower, returning to its true form.
"Is this the method Second Senior Brother saw in the hexagram for saving Ah Zhan?" Gongyang Jin glanced at the Haotian Tower and then at Jiang Lingling.
"I can sense an aura similar to ours from her."
Gongyang Jin's words were met with nods of agreement from the other Contracted Spirit Girls.
They had indeed all sensed it.
Only an Ancient Divine Soldier could make another one feel a similar aura.
The answer was evident.
