"Did you two hear that?" Aurora Sinclair asked, looking at Alvin Morgan and Alaric Winslow.
"The sound of a metal clasp?" Alvin Morgan took her hand and examined the ring's shape. 'I feel like I've seen this somewhere before.'
When it seemed neither of them had heard it, Aurora Sinclair gave a slight shake of her head.
Just then, an ethereal and distant voice echoed in Aurora Sinclair's ears once more. "Successor, return only after you have reached the Quasi-God Realm..."
She had thought she was the only one who could hear it, but to her surprise, Alaric Winslow beside her suddenly knelt and bowed toward an empty space. "Alaric Winslow pays his respects to the Ancestor—"
Aurora Sinclair immediately performed a respectful Ancient Martial Ceremony in the same direction. "Thank you, Ancestor Winslow, for saving my life!"
The ethereal voice traveled an incredible distance; almost everyone on the Holy Mountain heard it.
