Kai Syaoran began going about his work in absolute silence. He did not care in the slightest that Jin Lanyin was desperately trying to conceal his presence within the subatomic fabric of reality. All the elaborate dimensional tricks the young man attempted to employ were of entirely no consequence when faced with a being of Kai Syaoran's caliber. His passive vision was so advanced that he could cleanly perceive the shifting threads of the absolute future and the primeval past, let alone track a broken cultivator trying to bury himself within a localized crease of Creation. Kai Syaoran easily saw through the entirety of the camouflage and proceeded unhindered with his ritual layouts. With a casual flick of his wrist, he drew a small, intricate runic formation around his cross-legged frame and placed the tiny glass box directly at the geometric center.
He then reached into his robes and brought out a dark, pulsing medicinal sphere: the Cursed Birth Pill.
