After the final cup was drained and the last words spoken, Xiao Ning flicked his sleeve gently. A faint flash of spiritual light passed through the air, and three thin, talisman slips appeared before the seated men, floating in midair.
"These are one-way sound transmission talismans," he said plainly. "They're linked directly to me. No one else will be able to trace or intercept them—not even someone a realm higher."
Du San blinked. "One-way?"
Xiao Ning nodded. "If you use them, I will hear. If I wish to speak, I will find you."
He flicked his fingers, and each talisman gently floated down before Du San, Xu Jie, and Liu Qing.
The three men looked at the talismans with a mix of curiosity and caution. Du San reached out first, catching his with both hands before carefully tucking it into his robe. Liu Qing examined his for a moment, nodded silently, and stored it as well. Xu Jie didn't say anything, but his eyes stayed locked on Xiao Ning for a moment longer.
