The whip's handle was exquisitely shaped like the head of a phoenix, and the whip itself was a vibrant, fiery red with nine intersecting whip marks. When held, one could feel a distinct hint of heat radiating from it.
"Put it away first, let's go out! Don't make Master worry," Hao'er advised, urging her to store the whip.
"Alright." Yue'er smiled sweetly, a look of pure joy on her face. She placed the whip into her personal space, then proceeded to cut the petals on the inside of their arms. In the next moment, a bright light enveloped them, instantly teleporting them away.
Outside the mirror, at the banquet, everyone watching exchanged surprised glances. No one had anticipated that the Nine-Section Red Flame Phoenix Scale Whip would be obtained in such a manner, or that the person to acquire it would be a five- or six-year-old girl. Their feelings, it was safe to say, were incredibly complicated.
