Shang Wanqiu still looked down on me, while Yuan Ci said enviously, "You're greedy, kid, and already blessed with plenty of romantic luck. You touched her and even set her up afterward. You'd better be careful with this."
"When dealing with scoundrels like them, there's no need to talk about justice. Every method that can deal with them should be used. Haven't you heard that good people don't live long?" I said with a laugh, then took out a strand of hair and placed it into the Dreamchasing Pot.
"What kind of talisman is so powerful?" Shang Wanqiu asked with a frown. Although her hair was white now, after her immortal body had transformed, her eyes had changed from red to black, making her look several years younger.
I smiled and deliberately said, "Do you think I'd tell this secret to someone who's constantly trying to kill me?"
"If you won't tell me, then forget it. Do you think I care?" Shang Wanqiu glared at me, looking somewhat angry.
I ignored her, chanted a few incantations, then put a sheet of paper inside and began controlling someone else's dreams.
Shang Wanqiu and Yuan Ci watched with curiosity, but neither of them could see anything. Not to mention them—even I was on tenterhooks, unsure whether it would work. Soon, the paper I had thrown inside took effect and slowly began to burn. I smiled and said, "It worked."
The two of them had no idea what was happening, but very soon, the thick smoke condensed into a woman's field of vision. She rose from bed in a daze, then found something with which to make a fire. After that, she pulled the sheet of paper from her clothes—it had been stuck face-down against the inside of them—and set it alight.
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