The splendor was tiny like gnats and mosquitoes, scattering densely in the air before vanishing without a trace, only leaving behind a tattered piece of feather clothing gently fluttering in the seawater, the deep-blue palm print on its back still shimmering and glittering with flowing radiance.
The sight made Dongfang Heyun's smile on his face grow increasingly broad:
'Good... good... So, he deliberately took that hit and put the feather clothing on a clone. The Rainbow Mist serves this purpose... The Human Race is still sly after all...'
His smile quickly faded, and he reached out with his white, jade-like fingers to pick up the feather clothing, turning it over a couple of times, until he finally noticed a small seal character in the corner:
"Yang."
The script did not conform to modern styles, it looked more like an ancient character, and with Dongfang Heyun's vast age, he recognized the symbol, nodding in sudden realization:
