The Strongest Curse Master

Chapter 133: Latent Curse Sensing Art

Chapter 133: Latent Curse Sensing Art

"Delores, I am bored," Janice said, rolling on the sofa to face the latter. Delores, seated in a lotus position by the window, didn't respond immediately. Her eyes were fixed on a faint candlelight two miles away, flickering on a boat anchored in the middle of the lake. Without breaking her focus, she replied dryly, "Yes, I am painfully aware of that."

Janice groaned and propped her head up with one hand. "It's been a decade since you started trying to learn this curse-sensing art, and you're nowhere near mastering it—heck, you're not even familiar with it! Besides, with your strength and my cursed tools, do you really even need to master this art? It's a waste of time. You could've mastered another Sky-tier curse combat art in the time you've wasted just trying to figure this out." Her tone was firm but laced with exasperation, as though she'd repeated this argument countless times before. She gestured dismissively, emphasizing her frustration.

Delores didn't so much as flinch to the former's words. The faint flicker of the candlelight danced in her steely eyes as she responded calmly, "This curse-sensing art is different from other arts. It's like something that's right in front of you—your gaze passes over it every day, every hour, every minute, every other second—but you don't see it until, one day, you do. And once you do see it, you can't unsee it. No matter how hard you try to forget it, you know it's there. Just when you think you forgot it, it creeps up on you."