The pen shaft turned red.
Like an iron rod heated to the core, the surrounding seawater began to evaporate and bubble due to the high temperature.
So hot!
Incredibly hot!
Jia Xitong couldn't help but want to let go, but as soon as she loosened one hand, the pen almost flew out of her hand.
She reflexively gripped it tighter, and a sudden sharp pain surged through her right palm, along with a pulling force that tugged her upward.
First into the sea, then into the sky.
Jia Xitong's hand was almost numb from the heat, but her clear reasoning told her that if she let go now, the treasure would be lost.
No one taught her how to tame a particularly temperamental magic artifact, so all she could do now was stubbornly press on.
Her other hand once again clutched the pen shaft tightly, continuously infusing spiritual power into the artifact with both hands.
What else could she do but hold on!
