The talisman moved through the skies with an urgency born of Wang Li's fading strength. It cut across the wind, carrying his location to the one person who could help him—his wife, Xia Qingwu.
Far away, deep in the heart of the Holy Devil Dragon Sect's base, Xia Qingwu sat in her private chambers. Her delicate fingers brushed across the intricate designs of her meditation mat, but her mind was restless.
Ever since Wang Li had disappeared after his confrontation with Lin Yun, she had been anxious, unable to find peace. Each day without word from him gnawed at her, though she tried to remain composed, knowing how much pressure they were both under.
Suddenly, a flash of light appeared before her, and the communication talisman arrived, fluttering in the air before her as it glowed softly.
