With a faint sigh, Hua Yu slowly raised the longsword in her hand. She pinched a finger seal with her left hand, though her intentions remained unclear.
Soon, Chen Xuan understood. He watched as a sharp, piercing sword intent erupted from Hua Yu’s blade, not directed at the ancient relics, but channeled inward toward her own Purple Mansion.
Hua Yu’s expression twisted in pain, and her face grew even paler.
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