Their focus was actually on which spirit Ainsley made a pact with. It's a common knowledge that the strength of a shaman relied on the dead spirit that they managed to contract.
The moment the butler went back to the carriage at the very back, instead of reporting to his master, he suddenly took a cup of hot tea on the mini table inside the lavish carriage, and…
Also...can the ability grow stronger? What if each ability will be stagnant just like each person's innate talent. If that's the case, I have to find out just how strong my ability is.
She might not be brilliant, but she knew these people were strict and cold-blooded enough to the young miss. If she said that the young miss couldn't be left alone…
She loved to steal people's beds and slept on their beds, not caring if the owner couldn't sleep there or not. She was the most arrogant, dangerous, and fiercest sacred guardian among the other three.
With such a thought, Finley was determined to see whether Ainsley was a regressor or not. Sadly, the girl didn't seem to know about the future, which means she wasn't a regressor.
“I can’t help it! I didn’t change because I wanted to. Do you think I wanted to become servile? I want to be upright too. I want to act according to my ideals too. But you know better than anyone that business doesn’t always go the way you expect.”
Ainsley clasped her hands together in front of her chin, praying so that she would be lucky. When the girl closed her eyes, another faint golden light flashed from her glabella.
Ye Liushang slowly stood up and looked at Jian Ai, as if sizing up the Sect Master. His eyes were incomparably deep, but they did not make people feel oppressed.
His uncle, however, had struggled twice before him. The first time when he tried to complete the painting of a spear and failed, and the second time was when he revealed to Leonel that beneath his golden armor, he was entirely drenched in sweat.
Ming Feizhen pulled for dear life to stop his steed from bolting off. “Oh, never imagined Liu Shan Men’s captain would want to be an osmanthus cake seller.”