"Hold on to this." Xian Zhen, the elder from the Beggar Sect, handed out talismans to everyone—except Meng Yan. Each talisman was inscribed with mysterious scriptures that glowed faintly in the dim light.
"These will protect you from illusions, just in case." His tone was calm.
As an elder assigned to investigate and document everything about the heretics and the unorthodox factions, Xian Zhen was the best person to guide them through the perilous path ahead, especially as they approached the location.
"Shuhei Wuya, one of their five leaders, is known to have absorbed the essence of an Imoogi. So we suspect she's after the Azure Dragon," Xian Zhen said, his voice steady but carrying a quiet intensity. "The only thing we didn't know was the dragon's location—until now."
Meng Yan furrowed her brows. "What about her cultivation? Has it changed?" Concern laced her words. She was unsure if her own presence here would be enough to face Wuya.
