"This devil-blooded being has potential! But his blood is not pure and there is a... ahhh, what is this?!" the sacred spirit murmured in amusement while staring at Emperor He Mo.
Its voice was too low that nobody heard his remarks. He noticed something out of ordinary in the young emperor's face. There was a slight dot on the center of his forehead but it was too blurry that the sacred spirit could not yet discern what it was.
As the spirit decided not to make sound anymore, its attention was directed to Emperor He Mo whose feet were on the water.
Jang Ji covered his mouth tightly to prevent himself from speaking as well. He knew that absorbing such strong energy required immense concentration. He was afraid that he may disrupt Emperor He Mo's concentration if he made a noise.
The water on the pond continued to bubble. These bubbles grew bigger that the splashing from the pond had almost reached the group. The quickly retreated a few steps away.
