Chu Yin silently bit through five fingers, pressing them toward the seabed.
Chu Guo used the spring wind umbrella sword to cut a long gash in his palm.
Golden blood was scattered.
The sea roared.
With the spilling of the Imperial Blood, the "Beihai Dragon Vein" that extended straight to the Great Chu Imperial City responded at this moment. Chen Jingxuan clasped his hands together, silently forming seals. Billions of golden lines began to outline out of thin air, transforming into complex, obscure talismans. Finally, converging before the two princes and princesses were two slender, straight beams of light, like swords.
Chu Yin and Chu Guo exchanged a glance, and simultaneously extended their palms, grasping the slender golden light.
Their Imperial Blood flowed and spread, dyeing the golden light even more dazzling.
They looked towards Chen Jingxuan.
Eyes met.
No more words were needed.
