After ending her call with Zhu Jiu, the chill in Yuan's eyes did not fade.
She held a small booklet in her hand, its title: Flower Burial.
After waiting silently for a while, an old woman appeared behind her.
"Young Lady, you sent for me?"
"Granny Rong, I need you to handle something for me." Yuan did not turn around, as though she had made a difficult decision.
"Just give the order, Young Lady."
Yuan turned around, reluctance in her eyes. "If this matter is exposed, Granny Rong, you may die without a burial place."
The old woman paused, then said calmly, "Is this matter very important to you, Young Lady?"
"Very important. It concerns whether I can take control of the Phoenix Race in the future."
The old woman nodded in understanding. "Everything I do is of my own accord and has nothing to do with anyone else."
"Please give your instructions, Young Lady."
"Guide the Haotian Pagoda fragments into this place."
Yuan gave the old woman a set of coordinates. After examining them, the old woman's withered face creased slightly. "The Lost Mist Realm? Isn't that the forbidden zone near the Battlefield of the Central Plains?"
"Help me destroy this place. I want this forbidden zone to become a complete dead zone."
The old woman asked no further questions. After memorizing the coordinates, she quietly departed.
Once the old woman had left, Yuan sighed and opened the Flower Burial Registry.
The registry recorded a long list of names. The lower section was written in black ink and contained many names, including the Twelve Moon Maidens who had been reborn with Xu Kun's help, Yan of the Angel Race, Akali, Shangguan Iris, Chu Weiwei, and others from the Imperial Capital Academy's Dragon-Tiger Rankings.
Yuan's gaze lingered on the red