Lin Yaoyang walked in front, with Lin Xin close behind her.
The two moved swiftly through the mountain forest and soon arrived before a white statue.
The statue depicted a woman holding a Pure Bottle, draped in white gauze, yet with no face.
The entire sculpture lay crookedly toppled in the grass, neglected by all. Fine moss could be seen even along the edges of its stone base.
The two stopped nearby.
Lin Yaoyang waved her hand and sent out a streak of white light. The beam landed on the ground, but nothing happened.
She waited for a moment. Seeing no response, she sent out another streak of white light.
Only then did a milky-white cubic screen of light slowly rise around them.
"I'm still not proficient at this..." Lin Yaoyang shook her head helplessly.
"Fine. You brought me here—what did you want to say?" Lin Xin asked quietly. "You're the family head now. You can't stay away from so many guests for too long. Father is gone, so everything depends on you now."
Lin Yaoyang opened her mouth, then immediately faltered. She wanted to say something, yet no words came out.
After a brief silence, she finally spoke slowly.
"Little brother, when Father left, the one he worried about most was you."
Lin Xin did not respond. He knew Lin Yaoyang had not brought him here merely to say that.
Lin Yaoyang rummaged through her sleeve and soon took out a tiny silver sphere, handing it to Lin Xin.
"This is what Father asked me to pass on to you."
"What is it?" Lin Xin took it. It was a metal ball, and some sort of special mechanism seemed to be hidden inside. It did not appear solid.
"I don't know. But it should be something meant to save