How could this Divination Child, so young, summon such a majestic and powerful Yin God?
Xu Yijin opened her mouth, letting out a piercing screech.
A portrait of a noble lady flew out of her clothes, quickly unfurling, inside appearing a black figure rushing towards White Crane Child.
This shadow exuded an extremely chilling aura.
"Bang!"
The trident, which should have stabbed Xu Yijin's neck, was blocked by the shadow.
The portrait began to crack.
Xu Yijin panicked, for this was her family's ancestral offering, brought out by the elders before lighting up the shrine to walk the Jianghu, entrusted to her solemnly.
White Crane Child cared not about the value or integrity of the portrait. It only knew that its first strike failed, losing its divine prestige!
Though unclear of the exact happenings, why everyone seemed collectively insane at the beginning, it knew it had to seize this chance to prove itself.
