Opening a Trade Route

Yin Congyi froze for a moment, then immediately asked, "Master, what's wrong?"

Yan Bingyi quickly steadied her breathing and said at once, "Nothing. An old—an old injury acting up, that's all..."

"Light your Master's three sticks of Bone Incense. I need to suppress my injuries."

Yin Congyi did not dare hesitate and immediately did as instructed.

He swiftly took the black pottery incense burner from his Storage Bag, removed three half-length sticks of black Bone Incense, inserted them into the burner, and lit them at once.

Great billows of smoke rose from the Bone Incense. At the same time, an exceptionally rich scent of incense spread through the air.

The smoke drifted into the air and gathered into the outline of a graceful, slender figure with flowing wide sleeves—it was Yan Bingyi's likeness.

Naturally, this outline was still only half complete. Everything below her waist was illusory drifting smoke.

The moment Yan Bingyi appeared, she wasted no time. With a sweep of her wide sleeve, she set up a sound-isolating formation around them in the blink of an eye. As soon as the formation took shape, thick mist surged within it, blocking the view and prying eyes from outside.

In the space of a breath, the mist swallowed Yan Bingyi's figure. From outside, the formation was filled only with hazy fog; nothing could be seen clearly.

Only then did her voice emerge from within the formation, sounding beside Yin Congyi's ear. "Your Master needs some time to treat—treat her injuries."

"You may attend to your own affairs."

Once her words fell, the formation sank into utter silence, without the slightest further movement.

Yin Congyi hurriedly bowed. "Yes, Master."

As he spoke, he considered things for a moment, then immediately took out a specially made Voice Transmission Talisman. After activating it,