Inside the jade carriage, the Spirit Stones that surrounded Fang Geyu had lost their spiritual glow and lay in heaps like white dust.
The wind outside the carriage wailed, shrill and sinister.
When Baili An had left the jade carriage, the soundproofing technique had already been destroyed.
Fang Geyu suddenly opened her eyes; the accumulated white dust beneath her blew away in every direction.
Through the tightly closed door's cracks flowed countless hair strands. After the Array on the carriage walls had weakened the yin energy of the hair, the remaining strands in the door's crack were no longer deadly, though the sight was eerily bizarre.
Fang Geyu hadn't realized that Su Jing had disappeared from the plush seat beside her. She abruptly stood up, her expression as somber as still water.
For by the carriage window, the young man who had been meditating quietly was, at some point, nowhere to be found.
