"Enough of tears," Mao Caiwei declared, her voice firm yet laced with a newfound resolve. "We won't let Ye Fan continue his depravity any longer. If you truly wish to escape this nightmare, you must listen closely."
The three women, eyes red-rimmed and faces etched with despair, looked up at her, a flicker of hope sparking within their tear-filled eyes.
"There is a way," Mao Caiwei continued, reaching into her robes and producing a small, intricately woven pouch. With a flourish, she opened it, revealing several jade discs that pulsed with a faint inner light. "These are Vision Recording Stones," she explained, handing them to the women. "They capture not only sights and sounds, but even traces of spiritual energy."
A glimmer of understanding dawned on their faces. "But what are we supposed to do with them?" one of the women cautiously asked.
