The spiritual imprint immediately sensed Yang Qing's actions, not that he was being covert about it in the first place. Since he had decided to act, he would do so wholeheartedly, especially with the other safeguards already in place. Trying to be slow and cautious now would only be counterproductive, as it would give the spiritual imprint room to react.
So, when Yang Qing moved, he did so without reservation. Against an opponent like this—especially given its importance—he couldn't afford to hold back.
His star seal flared as threads of gold and white light were released from the dual-colored star on the cicada's body, weaving out like silk. These threads surged toward the spiritual imprint, which looked no different from the cicada's muscle. It was only when the threads charged that the imprint revealed its true form—a small glyph flared, and from it, a dense, pure white fog erupted.
