Benjamin frowned slightly. It wasn't the first time he had seen Shannon make such gestures in front of him. However, she did it more discreetly the last time. This time, she did it openly.
He focused his eyes on her and asked, "What's in your hand?"
Shannon realized that he couldn't see it, and this was normal. From her experience in mystic arts, she had encountered many practitioners who could see spirits or negative energies, but none who could see as many "colors" as she did.
Since the topic had already been broached, Shannon had no intention of hiding anything from him. With a serious expression, she looked at him and answered, "I have golden light particles in my hand."
After a pause, she added, "I pulled it off of you."
Benjamin didn't know what to say.
"You have a lot of golden light around you," Shannon continued. "That's why I find it a bit too bright and dazzling every time I see you."
Again, Benjamin was at a loss for words. He could now understand why she squinted and blinked so hard every time she saw him previously.
"What golden light?" he asked.
"Generally speaking, only people who have accumulated great merit possess golden light. I've asked around about you.
"Apart from occasionally participating in charity auctions, you haven't done anything particularly noteworthy. This golden light must be due to merit accumulated from your past life," Shannon explained.
She went on, "Golden light protects against all evils. In your past life, you were probably a great Samaritan or philanthropist. You can think of it as a kind of blessing."
She said "probably" because she couldn't see his features at all. In fact, just looking at his face through the golden light strained her eyes.
Although her words sounded blunt, Benjamin didn't dislike her for it. He continued to look at her, seemingly waiting for her to say more. However, Shannon remained silent because as she was about to speak, her attention was drawn to an object on the antique shelf behind Benjamin.
After they sat in silence for a while, Benjamin frowned and was about to prompt her to go on when she suddenly stood up. She bypassed him and walked straight to the antique shelf behind him.
The shelf was filled with various collectibles, but Shannon's gaze was fixed on a withered branch encased in a glass cover placed in the corner of the shelf. It was a black thousand-year lightning-struck hazel branch.
It was exactly the one her mentor, Thalia, had!
Right then, Shannon couldn't care less about the golden light. She pointed at the hazel branch, her eyes shining with intensity and seriousness. "Where did you get this branch from?"
Benjamin raised an eyebrow at her solemn expression.
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