Looking at the paper—its ancient aura, its archaic script—the elder's brows furrowed even more. He was certain Shangguan You had nothing in her hands just now. And although he had left, his Divine Sense had remained here all along.
"Gold Spiritual Bead, wake up. Could it really be that only the Gold Spiritual Bead can save this girl?" the elder murmured to himself. His phantom-like figure paced the room a few times, and stacks of gold appeared before his eyes once again.
Fate, oh fate. It seems the burden of the Shangguan Family has fallen upon you. The very person everyone wanted to protect, the one they wished no harm upon, is paradoxically the one with the heaviest responsibility!
The elder shook his head. His figure flashed, and he was sitting cross-legged on the floor. His originally visible form turned translucent once more, leaving not even a trace of his presence. Now, no matter who entered, they would not detect the elder's existence.
