Lucille exhaled a sigh, unsure of what to say. Ashrik's gaze on her remained steady, his eyes barely reflecting ripples of emotions.
Lucille lifted one hand, rubbing the space between her brows. Then, her gaze drifted to the Stone, still lying on the ground.
Whummm—
The Stone had never stopped pulsing, but the sensation was clearer now. She also felt as if she had synchronized better with the relic. Certainly, utilizing it for cultivation had played a role.
Lucille stifled a chuckle. The other day, Ashrik was reluctant to let her rely on the Stone to speed up her cultivation[01]. He relented only after more persuasion.
Fortunately, the first time went well, but the same couldn't be said in the future. Both of them had to remain vigilant—though her belief that the relic wouldn't harm them had solidified further.
Ashrik's eyes followed Lucille's gaze, seeing how focused she was on the Stone. Then, he asked, concern lacing his voice, "Are you okay, Lucy? Should we go back?"
