It had been ten years... Xiao Lingling had only ten years of her life left, if that strange elder from Yin Mountain Lake was correct.
His heart ached with pity, and he embraced Xiao Lingling for a moment.
Suddenly, he remembered the object he had grabbed as he was leaving, which must have been the Demon Talisman Seed; he vividly remembered that the direction he had lunged toward was where the Demon Talisman Seeds were scattered.
After comforting Xiao Lingling for a while, he asked her to carry out the blood-filled basin while he searched around the room, yet he could never find the Demon Talisman Seed he had brought out.
"Something's not right... Although I didn't gain much, I still managed to partially understand the symbols on the Demon Talisman Seed, or at least I guessed the meanings of a few runes correctly. I should have been able to bring it out..."
His brows were tightly furrowed.
