Chu Jing's throat was dry, as if scoured by sandpaper. Every word seemed forced from her chest. "Then... what's my name?"
Lan Jin's eyes lifted slightly at the corners, the hint of a smile playing on his lips. He softly uttered two syllables:
"Yuan Yuan."
...
"Where is the Female Master?! Jiang Ji! You lost the Female Master again?!"
In front of the Beast Cave, Bai Ling's face twitched with anger, veins bulging on his forehead. The Bone Staff in his hand creaked, his knuckles white as he gripped it so hard it nearly shattered.
'I haven't even had the chance to get that pitch-black treasure from Chu Jing yet!'
'That thing is clearly hers, but its light, its warmth, its aura—it's unmistakably a relic from the Ancient Ruins!'
'The only clue I've managed to sniff out in three hundred years!'
Jiang Ji froze on the spot, his eyes widening in horror as he stared at the empty vine on the ground.
The vine...
It was gone.
