She didn't have to think twice to know that a chaotic battle was sure to break out tomorrow.
"You don't need to worry. No expert above the Sixth Realm will make a move," Jiang Lan said.
Although this was an overt scheme, if a Seventh-Realm expert were to get involved, it would be a blatant provocation against the Observatory and the Royal Family.
"I understand," Song Youwei replied with a nod.
Jiang Lan gave a slight nod. With a casual wave of his hand, a spherical bead appeared on the tea table. It flickered with a blood-red light, and a crimson mist seemed to swirl within it.
The moment it appeared, the ambient temperature plummeted, and the air turned bone-chillingly cold.
Song Youwei could even smell a thick, metallic scent, as if countless lost souls were wailing from within.
Her expression shifted slightly as she recognized the object's origin.
