Saint Moon led the way, with Ying Suifeng and several other Assassin Temple higher-ups at his side.
The five of them watched the trembling Reincarnation Spirit Stove, their pupils involuntarily contracting. This was something that had never happened before.
"Cai'er, why is the Reincarnation Spirit Stove behaving so strangely?" Saint Moon took out a wooden board. A dagger appeared in his hand, and he swiftly carved words into it.
Cai'er gave Saint Moon an indifferent glance, then looked at Ying Suifeng and the others. Leaving the Reincarnation Spirit Stove floating in place, she walked straight past Saint Moon's group.
It was as though the words on the wooden board did not exist at all. She paid them no attention whatsoever.
Seeing this, Saint Moon looked at his granddaughter's behavior and let out a quiet sigh. Then, his gaze settled on the still-trembling Reincarnation Spirit Stove.
Ying Suifeng and the others followed him in surrounding the Reincarnation Spirit Stove. All of them bent forward slightly, bringing their heads much closer to it.
Its trembling frequency was visible to the naked eye, yet they had no idea what the source was. They were utterly baffled.
Cai'er swept another indifferent glance over Saint Moon and the others. Seeing that their attention was focused more on the Reincarnation Spirit Stove, the coldness in her eyes deepened.
Her jade-like hand rose gently as she looked at the black Iron Ring around her finger.
A trace of gentleness appeared on that icy face, one that ninety percent of the Assassin Temple's people would not even dare look directly at.
Big Brother, do you still remember Cai'er?
Saint Moon observed the Reincarnation Spirit Stove for a long time, but he could not figure out what was going on.
He had intended to continue questioning Cai'er, hoping to