Xie Yunxiang was gone, but the Soft Whip was still in Song Ciwan's hand.
Song Ciwan looked up at the brilliant flares of light shining in the night sky. WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH! Fireworks of all shapes and colors shot into the heavens, their explosive cracks echoing through the night.
The sounds of human laughter and cheers drifted in and out of earshot.
This was, without a doubt, the unmistakable atmosphere of the Mortal World.
But if she focused her senses, something seemed... off.
Song Ciwan stroked the Soft Whip in her hand and immediately took out three Ancestral Dragon Coins.
'No matter what's different,' she thought, 'I'll start with a Divination.'
This time, Song Ciwan performed a Divination for the direction of opportunity. This "opportunity" could include the possibility of finding Xie Yunxiang again, the chance to acquire a Spiritual Treasure, or some other stroke of fortune—
In short, Song Ciwan's Divination was vague and generalized.
