By now, the Golden Crow's three vines were churning the swamp—once hard to spot in the darkness—until it roiled like the sea. GURGLE, GURGLE. The sound was so loud that anyone who wasn't blind and deaf would have noticed.
As it churned the muck, the Golden Crow suddenly let out an excited cry.
"WOOF WOOF WOOF!! WOOF WOOF WOOF!!"
It found it!!
The barking startled everyone, and they all jumped back in unison.
Amid their shock and suspicion, someone quickly spotted a dark red bead held by three vines, which brought it to the very center of the swamp.
Someone couldn't help but ask,
"What is that?"
Nan Ying had been looking exhausted, but the moment she saw the bead, she suddenly clenched her fists and blurted out,
"The Mystic Bead."
She had come here for this very thing.
'To think it was in this swamp all along.'
The dark red bead rose from the vines, hovering in mid-air.
It wobbled and swayed from side to side before beginning to drift slowly in Su Ye's direction.
