Floating above the banquet tables, like a projection from the heavens, the entire assassination scene unfolded again. Lin Mei walking. The assassins are emerging. The poison speech. Her response. Her awakening. They watched her crush the Heaven Core assassin into nothing.
They watched space obey her like a trained beast. They watched the others fall. There was no blood in the vision. The Stellar Void Embers hadn't left much behind. But the implication was clear. When the replay ended, the garden-view folded back into nowhere. The air stilled.
Lin Mei lowered her hand. Silence reigned. Every cultivator in the room now knew two things: One—Lin Mei had just displayed a spatial projection of a past event inside an enclosed space, something way beyond any level of power.
Two—eight assassins had, in fact, come for her life at this banquet.
"And that," Lin Mei said calmly, "is what your 'hospitality' looks like, Vice Master Luo's daughter."
She turned her head slightly.
