TAP...
Sangx Rongrong flicked her short sword, and the brocade box landed steadily on the incense table before The Three Pristine Ones.
Ignoring the two corpses on the floor, she stared at the brocade box, her face flush with ecstasy.
Just then, her body suddenly froze. The ecstatic expression on her face stiffened, and her eyes filled with terror.
'Why can't I control my body?'
"How dare you defile the property of The Three Pristine Ones?"
A calm, ancient voice echoed from the night sky, reverberating throughout the hall.
WHOOSH!
The torches, oil lamps, and candles hanging on the walls of the Sanqing Hall suddenly ignited, bathing the entire area in brilliant light.
CRACK... CREAK...
With a series of strange noises, the enormous head above, which served as the mechanism's hub, turned on its own.
'What's going on?'
Sweat beaded on Sangx Rongrong's forehead.
