Zhao Changhe did not dare to touch this final page of the Heavenly Tome.0

Ye Wuming lacked only this one. No one knew what would happen if he came into direct contact with it. Would it count as her having completed the set of nine? Even if, in theory, the page still belonged to Ye Jiuyou, the risk was too great.0

All he dared to do was extend his divine sense toward it, maintaining a cautious distance, trying to see if he could glimpse anything without physically making contact.0

Far away, Ye Wuming watched silently with closed eyes. She told herself she should not be feeling anything, that she had no reason to feel anything, but she did not realize that her right hand had clenched into a tight fist at some point.0

Ye Jiuyou, sensing something, lifted her head to peer into the distance, only to find that Ye Wuming had vanished.0

Ye Jiuyou had not seen anything, and yet her lips curled upward in a quiet, knowing smile. Then, she shifted her gaze back to Zhao Changhe to check his expression, wondering if he had gleaned anything from this page of the Heavenly Tome, only...0