"'This statue is... a Spiritual Object?'"
A turbulent, surging thrum pulsed within him, and Qi Yun's breath quickened.
'This thrum... is it pointing to the Clear Wind Technique?'
Eyes narrowing, Qi Yun calmed himself and walked toward the statue of the bird-headed figure.
The closer he drew to the statue, the more intense the thrumming grew.
The number on the back of Qi Yun's hand seemed to sense the source, and it began to glow brightly.
When he reached the foot of the statue, a brilliant ray of light suddenly shot from the number on the back of his hand and sank into the statue.
The next instant!
The statue trembled. Its downcast, gentle eyes, full of Compassion, seemed to turn slightly and gaze upon Qi Yun.
RUMBLE—
