Song Ciwan stood by the cloth curtain, listening to the conversation between Master Wu and the so-called "Barbarian Envoy," her mind racing.
'The Second Prince…' He was undoubtedly one of her enemies!
There's a saying: for a gentleman, ten years is not too long to wait for revenge. But Song Ciwan's philosophy was different: if revenge could be had now, why wait ten years?
As the conversation between Master Wu and the Barbarian Envoy continued, Song Ciwan watched wisps of red and white energy emanate from the mouth of the Purification Bottle. Fine as silk, these streams of energy flowed into the cloth curtain, passing through it and toward some unknown, distant place.
Song Ciwan reached out to snatch that energy.
Her hand, as ethereal as mist, passed through the cloth curtain as if it were nothing and deftly caught the formless energy in her palm.
The Heaven and Earth Scale materialized and absorbed the energy.
