Before the quantum dust swept up by the spacetime turbulence had settled, the communication jade slip belonging to Ye Shuri erupted with twelve blood-red Communication Talismans.
She gripped the edge of the table, forged from Kunlun mysterious iron, her knuckles turning white enough to pinch cracks into the divine metal forged by ancient arts.
"Those old foxes really turned on me." She tore off a blood-stained hair ribbon and wound it around her trembling right wrist; as her ink-colored wide sleeves brushed past the nine-turn gilded beast head in front of the negotiation hall's doors, the mysterious crystal bell at her waist chimed with the ominous aura unique to the Seven Kills Formation.
Chapter 434