By the stream.
The grassy area was open, with fragmented sunlight filtering through the leaves and dappling the stream.
The young girl's pale, bare feet dipped into the water, playfully splashing the stream.
Raising a few drops of water.
She held a uniquely shaped, small and exquisite insect flute in both hands, her red lips slightly parted as she gently held one end of the flute and slowly played it.
The flute's melody was melodious and lingering, the young girl's eyes curved into crescents, and a Yang Talisman circled her body.
What a naive and innocent young girl.
The three individuals hidden in the forest, observing the young girl, thought the same.
Each of the three had a Yang Talisman, a Yin Talisman, and a Blank Talisman on their bodies.
"This Yang Talisman will go to Brother Chen first."
One of them spoke, looking at the Cultivator surnamed Chen with a calm expression.
"I hope Brother Chen will keep his promise."
"Naturally."
