As Yaan Shuying held the Instant Transfer Talisman in her hand and it burned, golden light twinkled, circulating around her and forming a spatial vortex. It seemed she was about to escape under everyone's watchful eyes.
Ling Feng's brow furrowed, wanting to intercept but finding himself helpless.
The Instant Transfer Talisman could be considered a life-saving talisman; once the spatial vortex opened, even with his current cultivation, he could not stop it.
However, just when everyone thought that Yaan Shuying was going to slip away successfully, a black shadow dropped from the sky. Following that, a pained cry of "Ouch" was heard as the talisman flew out of Yaan Shuying's hands. She could only watch as the immensely precious Instant Transfer Talisman burned to ashes, while she herself was forcefully intercepted.
"It's you!"
Ling Feng's eyelids twitched as a sly smile crossed his lips.
