Mo Yuxin carried everything.
As they walked toward the eastern gate, Su Yubing suddenly stopped.
"Wait."
"What?"
She held up the shell bracelet.
The bracelet had seven tiny shells.
Mo Yuxin stared at them.
Seven.
Her eyes narrowed.
Su Yubing looked at it too.
For a moment, neither spoke.
Then the seventh shell cracked.
A tiny black symbol appeared inside it.
The same symbol as the mark that had appeared on Su Yubing's wrist.
Mo Yuxin's face became expressionless.
Su Yubing slowly looked up.
"Yuxin."
"I see it."
"Does this mean..."
"No."
Mo Yuxin took the bracelet.
She examined it carefully.
Her spiritual sense moved through the shell.
There was almost nothing there.
Almost.
A tiny thread of energy remained.
It was ancient.
It was unfamiliar.
And it was moving north.
Mo Yuxin looked toward the road ahead.
The Southern Continent stretched before them.
Mountains appeared beyond the horizon.
A long journey was waiting.
