The cloth was stained with blood, and nothing else was present.
Han Yi furrowed his brows.
His divine sense fell upon the blood-stained cloth, scanning it at least a dozen times before confirming that this was just an ordinary piece of cloth stained with blood, with no extraordinary features.
However, he recognized the material of the cloth. It was made from the same kind of material worn by the inner door disciples of the Xuandan Sect. Nevertheless, this couldn't prove anything.
With a fingertip, Han Yi tapped the cloth, letting spiritual light fall on one of its corners. A clump of congealed blood dropped, merging with the spiritual light to emit a barely noticeable aura.
His eyes suddenly brightened.
This aura was very familiar - weak but undoubtedly belonging to Yan Ru.
But the aura was too weak, and merely having it wouldn't allow him to find her.
Suddenly, his eyes brightened again.
