With a wave of her hand, the papers fluttering in mid-air suddenly stopped, then spontaneously formed into a paper ball and rolled freely to the floor.
Ji Dantong's delicate body leaned slightly forward, wanting to pick it up, but reason told her she couldn't do that at this moment, so she stayed where she was without saying a word.
"What's the use of carrying these scribbles of a child around?!" the woman scolded unmercifully.
After a while, the woman turned to look at Sun Miaohan, her icy expression somewhat softened as she said, "It seems there's an inheritance about to emerge on Kunlun Mountain, so you'll have to take a trip over there!"
After saying this, there was a hint of complexity in the woman's eyes: "Those things that the major sects don't value, yet we have no choice but to fight for them... Alas!"
Hearing the woman's somewhat dejected sigh, Ji Dantong and Sun Miaohan both fell silent, their eyes shifting to one side as they observed their noses intently.
