Dongfang Minghui looked rather unwell. She had bitten her lip hard enough to break the skin.
"Shh, don't say anything. Shield me for a moment. Don't let that man see."
Mo Ce turned and saw Qian Wanyu looking their way. He wanted to shield her, but there was nothing he could do. "Too late. She's coming over."
"Keep Jing Kewei away for me. Please."
"All right."
Mo Ce all but brushed shoulders with Qian Wanyu as he pointed his sword at Jing Kewei. "Brother Jing, how about a spar?"
Jing Kewei wanted to follow her too, but Mo Ce meant what he said. His sword left its sheath and came straight at him, without a trace of pretense. Jing Kewei had no choice but to retreat.
Qian Wanyu hurried over and took hold of Dongfang Minghui. Her hand had grown scorching hot, turning fiery red as though engorged with blood. "The Dragon-Trapping Seal is acting up again."
"Seventh Sister, help me hold this hand tightly."
Over the next hour, Dongfang Minghui checked the drawings again, one by one. Each depicted the markings of the Dragon-Trapping Seal. Qian Wanyu watched closely from beside her. There was a thick stack of papers, and the looping markings on every sheet were different.
"What are these?"
"I don't know."
She did not know why she had recorded them either. At first, she had simply been bored and wanted to draw the Dragon-Trapping Seal's markings as a keepsake. But drawing them gradually became a habit, until she discovered that the markings resembled maze maps, full of twists and turns. They were rather entertaining.
Counting them carefully, there were over sixty sheets.
Qian Wanyu looked through several, her face full of astonishment. "These are terrain maps."
Dongfang Minghui gathered up all the papers in her hands