Finding Help. This Spiritual Power followed the anchor point previously left on Su Ying and pinpointed her location with precision.
Then it turned into three streams of flowing light and silently sank into her arm.
"Ah!"
As Su Ying walked, she suddenly felt a burst of heat coming from her arm.
She hurriedly lifted her sleeve.
A faint glow vanished at her wrist, leaving behind a lotus-shaped mark.
The mark was extremely pale; without looking closely, it would be hard to notice.
There were three petals on the flower.
Each one was crystal clear, like traces left by clean water on the skin.
"Strange?"
"When did I get water stains on me?"
But at this moment, Su Ying's mind was full of how to bring down the Saint Sect, and she had no attention to spare for such things.
So she glanced at it in a hurry, casually wiped at it, and continued forward.
Jiang Fan's gaze crossed space, taking everything in.
"She really is careless!"
"Clear-minded to the point of almost being stupid!"
"But it's precisely this kind of temperament that makes her the best tool to stir up the storm in Yunlan City!"
"Three Mental Imprints can withstand three attacks from the Saint Realm!"
"That should be enough!"
"Even if it isn't, every time the defensive counterattack is triggered, I'll know at once!"
"I just hope she can play her part well and force out the flaws of the Saint Sect and those forces one by one!"
Jiang Fan let out a breath, turned, walked to the bed, sat down cross-legged, and began cultivating.
At the same time, deep underground beneath the Saint Sect temple in Yunlan City.
Inside the gloomy, dim palace, the bronze-masked Masked Man sat upright on the Bone Throne.
A wall on one