The Yellow Talisman slowly burned in mid-air, its falling ashes all collected into the cup of water, immediately muddying the previously clear and transparent liquid.
The ashen gray ashes in the water slowly accumulated toward the blade, bright and glossy while extremely streamlined; the blade now looked as if it had rolled through dust. The gray ashes densely enveloped it, entirely hidden, making the water in the cup slowly become clear again.
Lou Ning quietly sat on the side, even though the numb pain on her face was intensifying, she clenched her teeth and remained silent.
He Qing carefully watched the blade in the water; as time passed, the shiny gleam of the blade slowly emerged again. The dust appeared mystical, as if it had never existed, and the water remained clear, still bright and transparent.
