The token activated.
The dimensional pull extended outward from it in the specific way it had extended outward at the Nine Yin Demon Guild's hideout, the directional thread reaching toward the target with precision.
It then reached Cang Yutian. And the watcher moved.
He moved against the pull, the way a person leans against wind, the body registering resistance and applying counter-force in response. But the pull was continuing. Not stopped by the counter-force. It kept pulling.
Lin Yi watched the thread hold.
Cang Yutian's dragon eyes sharpened, and Lin Yi felt something surface in his chest that was not a skill and not a technique. A familiar quality. The specific lightness of watching a calculation resolve correctly when the outcome had not been certain.
He smiled.
Cang Yutian looked at the smile.
The watcher's expression, which had maintained the flat authority of celestial appointment through the entire engagement, produced something different.
Not anger.
