Yue'er cast a spell, and the inkstone slowly floated up. Then the little girl opened her mouth and spat out a thin wisp of pale-purple flame. This inkstone must have been handed down from ancient times; as long as the scholar's mark was erased, it could be driven.
It sounded easy, but actually controlling it was not as simple as imagined. The Luo-surnamed disciple who had died at Lin Xuan's hands had been a Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivator. How could the mark he had left behind be so easily wiped away?
After all, Yue'er was only in the Core Condensation Realm. Of course, Lin Xuan would not stand by with folded arms; at the necessary moment, he would lend the little girl a hand. But then something strange happened.
The Core Fire sprayed onto the surface of the inkstone and was not repelled. Instead, it wrapped around the treasure with astonishing ease.
No way. That simple?
Lin Xuan was dumbstruck. Even with his cultivation, subduing this treasure would have involved at least some twists and turns, yet Yue'er seemed to be lifting something heavy as if it weighed nothing at all.
Could this also have something to do with her original identity?
Lin Xuan was inwardly astonished, a strange light faintly flashing through his eyes. But now was not the time to pursue the matter. He saw the little girl wave her delicate hands, casting spell after spell. The inkstone's spiritual light flashed, and it rapidly shrank, until in the end it was only the size of a fingernail. With a whoosh, it sank into the young girl's brow.
"This..."
Lin Xuan froze. One had to know that the current little girl had yet to successfully condense a Nascent Soul. In other words, what she was displaying was only