Before the sand waves kicked up by the Vermilion Bird flying boat had even subsided, Ye Shuli had already reversed her grip to catch Jiang Ye's wrist.
Fragments of dark jade tumbled from between her fingertips, sketching out an incomplete clan totem in the yellow sand before a sudden gale ground them into dust.
"There is a millennium-old dark ice platform in the southeast corner of the Ye clan's ancestral grounds." Staring at the silver-armored guards whose human forms were gradually solidifying, she let a bead of blood seep through her teeth to dye the dark patterns at her collarbone red. "That is the coordinate I completed just last month using modern surveying methods."
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