Xiao Xueyin's face was ashen, her body convulsed intermittently, and one hand gripped the soil beneath her tightly, her fingertips digging deep into it.
Her eyes were half-closed, her gaze empty and lifeless, her consciousness already lost in a state of chaos.
The ball of thread hung high in the air, its light flickering as if it were weighing its options.
After a moment, it said hesitantly, "Trouble, I'll share some of my strength with you for now."
As it spoke, the ball of yarn trembled slightly, the threads shaking erratically, and the light became extremely unstable, flickering between strong and weak.
Then, a small ball of thread was slowly peeled out from its body.
The small ball of thread emitted a warm glow as it drifted gently toward Xiao Xueyin.
The moment it touched Xiao Xueyin, it quietly merged into her body like a snowflake.
Xiao Xueyin's body trembled, and under the nourishment of this power, her originally ashen face gradually regained its rosy hue.
Her previously dim eyes began to regain their luster and gradually regain focus.
After the ball of thread separated its power, its light dimmed considerably in an instant, and the entire ball of thread shrank by a size.
It shook itself in annoyance, inwardly lamenting: Why did I do this? I needlessly wasted my strength.
If you weren't my destined one, I wouldn't have done something so foolish!
Soon, it spoke again, asking, "Would you be my master?"
Xiao Xueyin's mind was still in a daze. She only felt a voice buzzing in her ears, but she couldn't understand its meaning.
She let out a confused "Huh?" and then shook her head vigorously, trying to clear her mind.
Seeing Xiao Xueyin's reaction, the ball of yarn became extremely annoyed.
Its light flashed rapidly several times, and it raised its voice, shouting once more, "Would you be willing to be my master?!"
It kept shaking its body rapidly, inwardly complaining: This so-called chosen one is not only so weak, but he can't even understand what's being said. It's really a headache.
Upon hearing this renewed inquiry, Xiao Xueyin finally began to examine the ball of yarn.
She stared intently at the ball of yarn, trying to figure out what it was.
However, after examining it for a long time, she still couldn't figure it out.
The ball of yarn seemed to sense her confusion and shifted slightly.
Its tone was arrogant, "Don't waste your energy, my true form isn't here, so you naturally won't be able to see anything."
Xiao Xueyin frowned, leaned forward, and stared intently at the ball of thread, asking, "Why did you choose me to be your master?"
After speaking, she involuntarily glanced back at Nan Xunran and the other person, a look of tension appearing on her face.
The ball of thread said slowly, "This is ordained by Heaven."
Xiao Xueyin bit her lower lip, her gaze fixed intently on the ball of thread once more, and asked urgently, "... Where is your true form?"
The ball of yarn hovered in mid-air, responding in an irrefutable tone. "I will inform you once you agree."
Xiao Xueyin agreed almost without hesitation, a resolute glint in her eyes. "I agree!"
As she spoke, she looked around nervously, her voice low and filled with fear. "Take me away quickly! Those two want to kill me!"
Upon hearing this, the ball of yarn murmured, "Ah... I'll go take a look."
Having said that, it suddenly sped off Nan Xunran.
Upon seeing Xiao Xueyin's beautiful eyes widened in shock.
Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to let out a gasp, but it caught in her throat.
Her face paled instantly, all color draining from her skin, and she hurriedly reached for the ball of yarn.
She lunged forward suddenly, one hand swiftly extending, fingers taut.
However, her hand merely passed through the body of the ball of yarn in vain, as if touching something illusory.
The ball of thread snapped, "No one can catch me!"
Xiao Xueyin's hand waved helplessly in the air, and she could only watch as the ball of thread flew past and came to a steady stop in front of Nan Xunran.
Nan Xunran's gaze swept over Xiao Xueyin, who was trembling with anger in the distance, before fixing on the ball of yarn that had flown closer.
The ball of thread sniffed Nan Xunran.
Then, it uttered a voice full of doubt. "There's an aura about you that I don't find repulsive, yet I feel inexplicably resistant to it. Why is that?"
At this moment, the System Light Orb suddenly spoke, explaining, "Host, host, the aura it's referring to is the aura of the Heaven’s Mandate Villain on your body."
It is a supreme treasure bestowed by Heavenly Dao, hence its aversion to you.
Nan Xunran remained calm, extending his fingers forward and lightly tapping the ball of thread.
The ball of yarn jerked violently, letting out a surprised cry, "Hey, hey, hey?"
Then, it circled rapidly around Nan Xunran.
The speed was so fast that it was dazzling, leaving only blurry streaks of light and shadow.
It kept muttering, "Can he touch me??"
"How strange, how could he run into me? Why isn't he the one destined for me?"