Li Jiya held the photograph, her heart pounding with shock.
The clarity of a magical image reflected the spellcaster's magic power. The more powerful the mage who recorded the image, the higher its clarity.
In this photograph, the sleeping woman's individual strands of hair were clearly visible, revealing the terrifying level of magic power possessed by the person who had recorded it.
The woman in the picture was her, and it had been taken from the chair Yan Xing had occupied.
Li Jiya imagined Yan Xing using magic to record her as she slept, a sensation akin to undertaking a suicide mission.
"Since Knight Yan Xing isn't here, I should be going. Thank you for your hospitality…" Li Jiya departed in a hurry.
Only when she boarded the carriage for her return trip did she realize she was still clutching the blanket.
She didn't know who had covered her with it.
Li Jiya placed the blanket on her lap, holding the photograph with both hands and examining it carefully.
