Julia is the most powerful person in this continent, so naturally, she was well aware that Ovid, Anna and Cai Hua was not a great distance away from her. Since Julia holds no hostility toward Ovid and have no plans on apprehending Anna, she would not act, but by common sense, she would have at least captured Cai Hua.

Yet at the river banks, Julia did not act, summoning her wooden chair, Julia sat down in a very lazy manner. As Julia laid on her chair she would occasionally rub its handles while staring blankly at the still surface of the silver-like liquid, though during the whole time, her eyes were closed, and instead, Julia was manipulating mana to observe the river.

The silver-like liquid continued to wash up onto the shore, slightly missing the edge of Julia’s wooden chair. It was quite evident, that Julia had, over countless years, gained a great understanding of the river.

Suddenly, a meagre wave bushed the leg of her chair, surprising Julia somewhat, though her eyes remained closed.

The heart of Ovid felt somewhat familiar to Julia, who proceeded to frown upon recalling that figure.

After a few moments, Julia’s expression softened, as she disappeared from the banks of the river, of course, the wooden chair, too, disappeared.

Cai Hua, were he not tremendously injured, would not fail to notice the figure at the corner of his eyes when she was at the banks of the river. But regardless, even if Cai Hua felt inclined to flee, it was far too late.

Thus Cai Hua did not look at Julia, preparing to place Ovid within a minor realm, before exhausting the last of his spiritual essence to flee.

Julia’s red figure complimented the blood leaking out Cai Hua and Ovid’s body, however, her appearance was far more graceful, and her complexion much fairer than the two.

Julia’s slothful expression turned apathetic before she waved her arm in a grand motion, as if covering the heavens above.

Suddenly, a surge of movement occurred on the surface of the river, it’s silver like liquids rashing toward the other palm of Julia, compressing into an object similar to the pit of a cherry.

The liquid was heavier than silver or gold, yet Julia had easily compressed it a solid object.

The liquid continuing to rush toward Julia’s palm did not stop, eventually, bring down the level of the river five hundred meters less than it had been previously, exposing the three.

The star named Tanin continued to shine upon Ovid, it’s intensity now unveiled to the world, shining upon the two cliffs composed of precious materials, it’s light were reflected, focusing on the object within Julia’s hand.

By now, the pit within Julia’s hand had grown into the size of a rather large pearl. The hand Julia used to hold the pearl, seemed to have dropped slightly, but remained steady otherwise.

Julia threw the pearl in a casual manner, her indifferent eyes slightly flickering as the pearl floated toward Ovid’s forehead, which was becoming red once more, as the coolness of the river was no longer present.

Cai Hua, perhaps stunned, did not attempt to stop Julia, while Julia herself made no effort to explain her actions.

As the pearl landed, it slowly sunk into Ovid’s body, not caring for the skull that separated Ovid’s mind from the outside, it soon disappeared.

It was as if nothing had occurred, yet Cai Hua, staring at Ovid’s temples where the pearl had landed, became so nervous that he forgot to breathe.

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Such a dense object, unless pressure is constantly applied, would expand once more, and no matter how powerful Ovids’ body was, would lead to death without a complete body.

Julia, meanwhile, had returned to her slothful expression.

Abruptly, Ovid’s skin began to turn pale, to such a degree that the veins within his body were clearly visible.

A tense moment passed before Ovid’s erupted skin began to mend itself, the bones and skin destroyed by the starlight becoming delicate once more, and the various organs melted slightly stitching itself, forming a somewhat coherent shape, albeit it would take a longer time.

Eventually, Cai Hua rubbed the traces of blood on his face with his sleeves, before saying in a cold tone, “I won’t thank you.”

Perhaps Cai Hua was really pleased or perhaps he was in a weakened state, he did not speak any vulgar words toward Julia as he had previously.

“It doesn’t matter, as long as she returns here… perhaps in twenty years, I don’t expect anything,” Cai Hua, glazing over the cliffs of gold and gems, felt her mood improved greatly, and replied.

Much of the river was still present, thus, Julia required Ovid to return.

Cai Hua spared no look to the precious materials surrounding him like Julia, as he was not greedy in nature like a dragon, holding Ovid like how one would hold a large bag of flour, he disappeared from the ravine.

Julia was well aware, that with a physique like that troublesome individual, Ovid would survive, and thus, began to extract the precious materials, her crimson hair swaying in the wind as she separated a massive piece of gold.

After a while, Julia realised that it would be far more efficient to mine the cliffs through her various subjects, and soon returned to her capital.

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Cai Hua did not enter the carriage, using his spiritual essence, he forced the carriage along with the horses to disappear, reappearing many hundred miles south, in an unknown forest.

Only after then, did he open the door of the carriage.

Anna, who had been sitting inside the carriage for many hours by now, approached Ovid, but was soon stopped by Cai Hua, who shook his head and said, “If you touch Ovid, there is a good chance you will be frozen.”

Anna did not become shocked as Cai Hua had imagined, rather, she eyes brightened in curiosity.

Cai Hua, feeling that the girls of the South were truly unruly then said, “It is easier to explain it when Ovid wakes up, just don’t touch her skin for now.”

Anna nodded and sat on the floors of the forest, her hands occasionally fidgeting and just when she was preparing to poke Ovid with a nearby stick, Ovid woke up, his dark pupils appearing slightly white at the edge.

After lifting himself up from the floor of the forest, the first thing Ovid did when he had regained consciousness, was to seek a piece of sheet to fold, but after his body shuddered like a rattle, his whole body froze, though not of the cold, but due to Ovid entering deep contemplation.

Before long, Cai Hua flicked the edge of his teacup, producing a clear sound that forced Ovid to cease the various thoughts appearing in his brain.

Cai Hua first laughed, then praised Ovid, “Your mental state is really good, to pay so little attention to a life or death situation, that the first thing you did when you regain consciousness, is to look for a sheet to fold.”

Cai Hua then passed Ovid a mirror and said, “All girls care for their appearance, thought yours haven’t changed that much, you should still embrace it.”

Secretly, Cai Hua also thought that Ovid’s current appearance was more pleasing to his eyes.

Ovid briefly glanced within the mirror, realising that aside from his skin becoming much paler, as if he had remained untouched by the sun for the entirety of his life, he did not feel any emotion.

Cai Hua felt his suspicion confirmed, but still said regardless as to satisfy the curious nature of Anna and to act as a teacher for Ovid, “The yin of your body is too overpowering, usually, girls, especially those from the clergy, would still have a still a portion of yang in their body, but yours contain not a single drop of yang.”

Cai Hua, who was only holding a teacup, flicked it once more and said, “The practice of borrowing the mana within a constellation would inevitably lead them to absorb more yang since the starlight is hot by nature. People like Julia, who has a great portion of yang within their body, would still retain a normal temperature since she is a woman. But the coldness of the liquid that had absorbed the deathly aura of those that had died in the ravine complement the yin already present in your body, so the coldness radiating off your body is enhanced.”

Both Ovid and Anna a great deal of confusion, causing Cai Hua to add, “In the terms of Southerns, the water absorbed too much of the dark mana that originated from corpses, and since dark magic has a lack of warmth, it causes the temperature of a person to decrease.”

Cai Hua then said, “To use an example, the foreign king that I fought was much colder than someone like the pope, since he is surrounded by death more often.”

“As for your skin turning pale, that is due to the sunlight your body absorbed being expelled by the liquid, there is nothing much to it.”

Ovid pondered for a while, before he said, “That shouldn’t be the case, people become tan because of melanin, it’s more feasible those pigments were somehow destroyed when I was submerged.”

Cai Hua could not refute, as he had said that statement casually, rather, Cai Hua spoke on a more serious topic, his brows furrowing as he said, “Because of the lack of any other mana than dark mana within your body, you will not be able to utilise Southern techniques, which all require the use of light magic to some extent.”

Cai Hua paused, before saying, “It also would mean that the technique to create lenses, or to fly would be unavailable.”

Ovid never thought himself as someone who cared much about cultivation, he did not expect that under the words of Ovid, he felt his already cold body turned even colder