The young man stared intently at the crystal ball, his head spinning from the sudden, overwhelming surprise. He didn't notice the man slowly raising his head, his face no longer showing his usual amiable demeanor, but instead a cold, indifferent expression.
The candlelight in the church flickered, reflecting the bloodthirsty glint in his eyes, like a drawn blade about to plunge into the heart of its opponent.
"Great, great... With the Holy Lord's birth, our Water Elf clan can regain its former glory! Let's see if the Fire Elves dare to invade our territory again!" The young man seemed to be immersed in his wonderful vision of the future, becoming more and more excited as he spoke, and even pacing around the hall involuntarily.
A mocking, contemptuous smile appeared on the man's lips, then his eyes flickered.
From the shadows, a swift figure suddenly appeared, landing as silently as a falling feather.
"Holy Envoy, we must tell everyone this great news as soon as possible—" The young man turned around and bumped into the dark figure. Startled, he cried out "Ouch!" and retreated, cautiously looking the figure up and down. "Who are you?"
The shadowy figure remained silent, a cold glint flashing through the air as he raised his knife and brought it down, abruptly silencing the young man.
With a dull thud, the young man fell backward to the ground, his eyes slightly wide open and his mouth agape, looking surprised and bewildered.
Beneath him, a pool of deep red quickly spread.
The man never turned his head once. He smelled the increasingly strong smell of blood in the air, and the smile on his lips became more genuine.
The servants entered quietly and carried the young man's body away quietly. The bloodstain on the ground was cleaned up and a new carpet was laid on top.
The tragedy that occurred just minutes ago seemed as if it had never happened.
The man put the crystal ball into its inner case, took the holy envoy's crown presented by the attendant, and put it on his long, slightly wavy golden hair.
He casually stepped over the floor where the body had just lain and walked into the sunlight.
A young woman whose appearance bore a striking resemblance to Lan Xing stepped forward quickly. Tears welled in her eyes, but she bravely held them back.
“Holy Envoy, my brother really…” The woman dared not utter those words, fearing that her words might come true.
“Child…” The man looked sorrowful and sighed softly, “I’m sorry, but after multiple confirmations, Blue Star has indeed met with disaster.”
"No—!" The woman's eyes widened in disbelief. She cried out in anguish, tears streaming down her face like broken beads.
The man opened his arms and pulled her into his embrace, his large hands gently patting her thin shoulders. "Oh, my poor child... Don't worry, as an envoy of the Water Temple, I will not allow any darkness to happen here. I will do my best to help you find out the cause of Lan Xing's death, so that he won't die in such an unclear way."
**
Nan Xian stared blankly at the vast ocean before her.
No, what happened to her dantian?
Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind, and she abruptly remembered the strange thing Lan Xing had fed her before disappearing—
Lan Xing is a water spirit. If what he gave him was really something like a "demon core", then is it that thing that caused the drastic change in his dantian?
Thinking of this, she hurriedly began to search carefully in the vast ocean. As if sensing her anxiety, ripples suddenly appeared on the sea surface in front of her.
Nan Xian's heart stirred, and she stepped forward.
A round bead slowly emerged from the center of the ripples. This bead was only the size of a longan seed, and it was a deep blue color, emitting a soft glow.
Upon closer inspection, one will discover that extremely fine water mist floats within these lights, weaving a dense, impenetrable net that protects the beads within.
She was puzzled and couldn't help but reach out to touch it.
Who would have thought—
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