'This group must have their own methods...'
The thought had barely formed when ripples spread across Qing Cang's palm. A transparent, mechanical bottle, formed from countless interlocking, precision gears, quietly materialized. Inside, an ochre-colored mist churned endlessly.
Three fine streams of mist separated from the main body, coiling around the trio's bodies. They made a soft rustling, like shifting sand, and quickly solidified into earthen-yellow patterns on the surface of their clothes.
"This Spiritual essence was born on Red Thunder Star, so it has a natural affinity for the star's aura. This is just a little disguise," Qing Cang explained, quite considerately.
"I see..." Chong Jingtian said with dawning realization, feeling even more helpless.
"Lin Yue, you go first," Qing Cang said. "Based on their account, this half of the Spiritual essence will likely only grant its approval. It shouldn't be too much trouble."
