Su Jiu felt as though she was in a very strange state.
By rights, only an artifact spirit's owner could see its form. How was she seeing someone else's artifact spirit?
Before Su Jiu could think it through, however, someone knocked on her door.
Her visitor was a good friend she had not seen in a long time: Yun Huanling.
He was wearing the Heavenly Secret Sect's distinctive sect robes, with an enormous eight trigrams pattern on the back. The long robes and wide sleeves gave him something of an immortal's ethereal grace.
Unfortunately, the anger on his face thoroughly ruined that ethereal air.
"Well, well, Su Jiu! You didn't answer any of the Message Talismans I sent you. If it weren't for this sect Grand Tournament, were you planning never to see me again?"
Su Jiu froze. "Message Talismans? I never received any."
Yun Huanling was taken aback too. "How is that possible? I sent more than twenty to Ice Veil Peak. You didn't get a single one?"
Su Jiu nodded. "Not a single one."
Yun Huanling studied her for a long moment. Her bewildered expression told him that she truly was not lying. He ruffled his hair in frustration and murmured, "How could that happen?"
Su Jiu carefully thought back. Ever since she had regained consciousness three years ago, aside from the Message Talisman from Long Aotian that she had received aboard the Flying Boat, she had not received a single one on Ice Veil Peak.
Of course, she had no way of knowing that Chu Luohen had put all those Message Talismans in a box to keep them from interrupting her practice of Arts. And the culprit responsible for all this had forgotten to return them before she left.
Seeing that Su Jiu genuinely knew nothing, Yun