A strand of hair wrapped around Wild Dog's pinky.
After a slight bow, this burly man raised his palm, making a polite presenting gesture.
With a "swoosh" sound,
the strand of hair detached itself, floating like a feather, and delicately landed in Mr. Shu's palm.
With the task completed, Wild Dog lingered no further; he dragged Zhao Qi away.
Gu Shen noticed that the teacher's expression was rather grim.
"Your senior sister left Qing River and headed to North Continent to carry out a mission… she might have encountered some trouble…"
Zhou Jiren frowned and briefly explained, "Allow me to read it…"
He slowly clenched his fist, spending close to a minute reading the spiritual fluctuations left within the strand of hair.
Storing spiritual power in an object was not difficult.
