Looking at him, Camilla smiled to herself.
'No matter how good your acting is, cultivator, you cannot hide from me that you are a high cultivator in disguise. Only a cultivator of considerable standing would care so much about mortal witnesses. Only a strategist would consider the political consequences of a scientist's death this quickly. You are protecting an entire species from a truth that will disrupt them, and only someone very powerful would think in those terms.'
She kept the thought off her face.
She flashed him a small, unhurried smile.
"There are about three strange toys hovering high above us. Once I've destroyed them, I will clear this region of all these strange toys, as you asked."
Stan nodded once and she moved.
Her feet left the ice.
