The heavy, profound iron doors of the central treasury stood wide open. Behind them, the greatest accumulation of wealth in the Central Continent was completely, utterly gone, leaving nothing but bare stone shelves and empty jade pedestals.
But Tantai Zhi didn't care about the missing mountains of spirit stones.
"Husband!" Tantai Zhi gasped, her golden eyes wide with sheer, unadulterated panic. She threw her sword clattering onto the floor and rushed forward, grabbing Yan Shuo by the shoulders. "You swallowed it! You swallowed the strange silver fire! Spit it out right now!"
She frantically reached up, gently grabbing his cheeks and trying to pry his mouth open like a mother checking a toddler who had just eaten dirt.
Yan Shuo let out a muffled laugh, gently catching her wrists and pulling her hands away from his face.
