"They've come out!"
"That's great... Buddha bless! Buddha bless!"
Some people looked around anxiously: "And those four... where are they?"
At this moment.
Lin Guang and Fa Shun looked pensively and sentimentally at the two floating light spheres before them.
A scroll exuding a powerful aura of scripture, revealing a heavy sense of majesty and power.
The other was a small, perfectly round glassy seed emitting a seven-colored halo.
The secret realm was destroyed, yet its gifts remained.
These were the last two things the entire secret realm was able to offer them.
Vishdair was the first to shake off the melancholy—or perhaps she didn't feel melancholic at all—and she approached first, curiously picking up the golden scroll. She looked at it over and over for a long time, only to feel a calm and soothing aura that made her slightly sleepy, unable to make any sense of it.
"What is this?"
