Yunxiao laughed when he saw the hesitant look on his face. "It will be fine," he told him, "just send the message. If Yuwen Bo blames you, you can rip me apart to vent your anger."
Yin Zhaoyang's face was uncertain, but then he seemed to make up his mind. He took out an object from his ring and carefully placed it on the ground. It was an array disk fully carved with numerous runes, above which hovered a warm-colored jade medallion that gave off a gentle feeling.
A trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes, and then he began to chant under his breath as he drew various symbols with both hands and sent a stream of divine sense into the jade medallion. The arrays on the disk were activated instantly, with traces of light drifting out of them.
The void around the disk began to distort, as if it was being twisted and pulled. Ding Ling'er's pupils constricted as she watched in terror.
At the same time, somewhere thousands of miles away...
