"...The pursuer... has returned... let others help to draw the hatred... be careful and hide... we will arrange for someone to respond to you as soon as possible..."
The wind swept past Yu Wentong from both sides, bringing a faint cold and decaying scent.
She reached out to stroke her left shoulder, and between her fingers, a purple light seeped out, slowly pulling out a rhomboid crystal half a finger long from her body.
Inside this transparent crystal, a blooming daffodil was sealed, emitting a glistening white light, like a finely crafted artwork.
Yu Wentong held the prismatic crystal in her hand and quietly scrutinized it for a few seconds, then let go expressionlessly.
The beautiful daffodil prism fell from the high air and disappeared into the red waters below shrouded with Black Qi.
Having done all this, Yu Wentong continued forward.
In a while, she stopped at a location.
