In the gravel-splattered corridor, the blue light emitted by the core of the Spiritual Energy source illuminated the white-robed young man's temples until they looked almost translucent.
Ye Shuli's silver thread suddenly tightened at her wrist, its tip pointing directly at the lotus Jade Pendant at the other's waist, emitting a sharp chime—the reaction that only occurs when encountering a Magical Artifact of the same origin.
"Young Master Pei, you should have some limits to your joking." Ye Shuli hooked three poison-tempered silver needles between her fingertips, hidden weapons soaked in Jiang Ye's black blood. "When my ancestors sealed the Spirit Spring three hundred years ago, you probably hadn't even condensed your spiritual core into shape."
Chapter 495