Then, her gaze shot towards Xiao Xueyin like a cold arrow, "Take her with you, and come with us."
In an instant, several dark figures appeared silently, like ghosts.
Their movements were swift; they arrived in the blink of an eye and had Xiao Xueyin firmly restrained.
Xiao Xueyin's feet dragged limply on the ground, leaving a faint scratch in the dust.
Overwhelmed with grief and rage, she screamed at the top of her lungs, "... How could you do this!"
However, her cries were like stones sinking into the sea, failing to stir up the slightest ripple.
The grief in Xiao Xueyin's heart was like a wildfire, with despair and anger intertwined, and a resolute look flashed in her eyes.
Several silver thorns gleaming with a chilling light suddenly appeared in her hand.
She lunged at Wei Yan recklessly, shouting, "I'll make you pay for Brother Chen's life! Die... Ah!!"
Before he could finish speaking, Following Wind Guards simply flicked his sleeve and easily removed the silver spikes.
At the same time, Xiao Xueyin felt a piercing, excruciating pain in her wrist.
The Following Wind Guards, broke her wrist; the pale bone pierced her skin, and bright red blood gushed out.
Xiao Xueyin let out a painful scream, and her delicate body collapsed like a rotten rag doll.
Hearing the sound, Wei Yan glanced to the side, then turned back as if she hadn't heard anything, and said calmly, "Gag her."
"Yes," Following Wind Guards replied respectfully.
Immediately, one of them quickly pulled out a piece of cloth and stuffed it into Xiao Xueyin's mouth without saying a word.
Xiao Xueyin could only make muffled sounds, her eyes filled with deep-seated hatred.
She was forcibly held up by the Following Wind Guards, her legs kicking wildly, her feet stomping on the ground, raising clouds of dust.
Xiao Xueyin's still intact hand gripped Following Wind Guards's arm tightly.
Her fingernails dug desperately into the armor of the Following Wind Guards, making a screeching sound, trying to find even the slightest chance to escape.
Her fingers trembled slightly from exerting too much force, and her knuckles had turned white.
But the armor was as hard as a rock, and her fingernails could not penetrate it at all, only leaving shallow scratches on the armor.
Following Wind Guards remained expressionless, completely ignoring Xiao Xueyin's fierce struggles.
Xiao Xueyin writhed in despair, her whimpers growing more urgent, like the desperate cries of a trapped animal.
She tried desperately to break free from the guards' restraints.
Her body thrashed and swayed wildly, struggling with all her might to break free from the iron grip.
However, Following Wind Guards a firm grip on her.
She had no choice but to stumble and shuffle behind Nan Xunran and the other person, moving forward step by step.
Wilderness
Wei Yan stood on the desolate plain, the howling wind sweeping past her, tousling her hair, strands of it dancing wildly in the wind.
She turned her head to look at Nan Xunran beside her and said with certainty, "A-Ran, the treasure is right here."
Upon Nan Xunran casually glanced around, his gaze slowly wandering across the wasteland.
Wei Yan frowned slightly, then said, "That treasure concealed itself on its own."
Then she turned and ordered, "Let her go."
Upon Following Wind Guards, Xunfengwei released his grip and vanished into the void once more in the blink of an eye.
Xiao Xueyin lost her support and collapsed to the ground, her broken hand now a deep purple color.
Her face was contorted in pain as she groaned, her body burning hot like a furnace, her clothes stained a glaring red with blood.
Wei Yan raised her jade hand slightly, and several threads formed from spiritual energy suddenly appeared.
Like a ribbon, it tightly bound Xiao Xueyin to a specific area.
Wei Yan narrowed her eyes slightly, carefully examining Xiao Xueyin as she stared at her near-fainting state.
After a moment's thought, Wei Yan casually released a burst of spiritual energy, which stopped the bleeding in an instant.
Although the criteria for choosing a master for that treasure are unknown, if Xiao Xueyin faints, the treasure will likely not appear.
Thinking of this, Wei Yan tugged at Nan Xunran's sleeve and whispered, "A-Ran, let's step back a bit."
Nan Xunran nodded slightly and retreated with Wei Yan.
After a long while, a ball of thread shaped like a leaf quietly appeared, dancing lightly and freely all around.
The ball of thread emitted a faint glow, its silk threads intertwining and flowing endlessly.
It slowly came to a stop in front of Xiao Xueyin, as if drawn by some aura emanating from Xiao Xueyin.
Its voice was ethereal and otherworldly, as if it came from beyond the heavens. "Will you become my master?"
Xiao Xueyin did not respond.
Her brows were furrowed tightly, and her lips trembled uncontrollably, as if she were enduring unspeakable pain and was too weak to respond to the ball of thread's question.
The ball of thread, filled with suspicion, floated slowly around Xiao Xueyin.
It swayed, carefully observing Xiao Xueyin's condition. "Huh? How did you get so badly injured?"
Although Wei Yan had stopped the bleeding for Xiao Xueyin, the pain was still persistent and unavoidable.