Standing in the overgrown weeds outside the city, I felt cold sweat soak through my back. Yang Yan had been right in my arms just a moment ago—how could she have vanished in the blink of an eye? The core jade pendant in my hand grew faintly warm, its cyan light pulsing irregularly, almost as if it were breathing.
"Yang Yan!" I shouted into the surrounding space, but only the rustle of wind through the grass answered me.
Suddenly, the jade pendant shook violently, its brilliance flaring as it projected a blurry image before me—Yang Yan was surrounded by a group of Blood Shadow Guards, her face pale yet her gaze resolute, her lips moving as if she were speaking. The image flashed and vanished, finally freezing in one direction: the northwest.
Chapter 195