Jingyi sat kneeling at the edge of the straw mat, her breath so faint it almost vanished. The corn husk bandage wrapped around her fingertips was stained with pale traces of blood—the price of being sliced by a sharp edge while rescuing the "disaster backup chip." All her attention was locked onto Nahida's slender wrists. The double-fish jade pendant hovered in the air, the emerald light it emitted no longer soft, but transformed into tangible, living vines that coiled around the young archon's pale wrist, making a faint rustling sound akin to growing plants.
A single droplet of dew, condensed from a rock crevice, quietly fell onto the center of the pendant.
Hum—!
Chapter 39