He had sacrificed something to enact a forbidden soul-summoning ritual to bring Ji'an's soul from Earth into this realm. The Tower was the nexus. It was the cosmic router that had connected the two universes.
"He... he is involved with the Stargazing Tower?" Ji'an asked, her voice dangerously quiet, fighting to keep her tone casual.
"Indeed," Elder Viper nodded, completely unaware of the psychological bomb he had just dropped on her. "The Seers of the Tower are recluses. They chart the threads of fate, karma, and cosmic anomalies. Only those who have touched the absolute pinnacle of the martial apex, the Star-Level Cultivators, are permitted entry. Yan Zhaoge consults with them. Some say he helps maintain the thermal arrays that power their astrolabes."
Elder Viper took a sip of his tea, oblivious to the Chef's internal meltdown. "If you are to meet him, Martial Uncle, tread carefully. A man who converses with the weavers of fate is not a man you wish to anger."
