"My Lord, this is..." The subordinate stared fixedly at the silver petal imprint cradled in Jiyue's hands, his face a picture of pure confusion and astonishment. He looked as though he had laid eyes on the most incredible spectacle in the world, and his voice trembled involuntarily.
Jiyue's gaze remained glued to the silver petal imprint, his eyes overflowing with tenderness and longing. Hearing his subordinate, he raised his head slightly, his expression resolute and touched with an unquestionable decisiveness, and said loudly, "This is Xilan! This is her divine soul!" His voice echoed through the silent seawater, every word laden with infinite affection and yearning.
Upon hearing this, the subordinate suffered a severe shock. His eyes widened like copper bells, his mouth fell slightly open from excessive astonishment, and it took him a long time to recover his wits. With a voice tinged with terror and anxiety, he cried out in alarm, "My Lord, this is surely Deity Xilan's very last shred of divine soul!" The tremor in his voice was like a leaf in the wind, conveying an unspeakable tension and heartache into the air.
Chapter 171