"I will go first." Hua Yuyu took the dagger calmly, slashed his fingertip, and let his blood drip onto the black token.
Afterward, Wang Kaimu and the other three followed suit.
As the five of them began the binding process simultaneously, the pressure in the surroundings intensified, stirring violent turbulence in the thin spiritual energy in the air.
While the lake pavilion was shrouded in the scent of blood and thick golden light, far away in the Gui Clan's secret realm, Gui Ying suddenly raised his head and looked toward the distant horizon.
Sitting on a meditation platform atop his flying mountain, Gui Ying frowned slightly as he sensed the fluctuation of spiritual energy in the distance.
"Isn't that the direction of Xiqiang City?" Rubbing his chin, he muttered, "Could something have happened to Fairy Bai?"
After a moment of thought, Gui Ying snapped his fingers and disappeared.
