This talisman was bestowed only upon the direct lineage, not an ordinary Foundation Establishment talisman, but an ancient talisman, the last-resort method for preserving one's life. The Situ Family's Perfected Person had disappeared for many years, all the good things long since used up. As the newly promoted Young Master, this talisman was all Situ Chen had left for self-preservation.
Right then, he recited the spell, activating the talisman. A translucent shield slowly emerged. Situ Chen finally breathed a sigh of relief and raced north, heads down, riding the wind, utterly unconcerned about the arrows behind him.
Just as expected, six or seven arrows followed quickly, but could only cause rippling waves upon the shield. Situ Chen exhaled deeply, his face clouded, and flew on the wind into the distance.
He uttered no words of revenge, but the vicious, cold look on his face said everything. Twin sabres in hand, he stepped forward on plumes of ashen-red smoke.
