In that instant, a myriad of thoughts passed through Yan Sinian's mind.
Ultimately, she made up her mind, and a streak of flowing light flashed across her fingertips.
Tens of miles away, a Sound Transmission Talisman suddenly brightened and then dimmed, startling the Ghost Cultivator.
"What is this thing!"
That was the last sound transmitted by the talisman.
At Yao Dongdong's home.
Yao Dongdong grabbed at her back in fear, but only managed to clutch at the dust that hadn't completely dissipated yet.
"Mom, what is this? Could someone have cursed me?"
Knowing her mother's abilities, the mere thought that she might be cursed scared her to pieces, and she scrambled towards the middle-aged woman across from her.
Li Sanniang slapped her daughter twice, leaving Yao Dongdong with red, swollen cheeks and dizzily sprawled on the floor.
"What's the panic? Have I ever taught you to act like this?"
