After all, he is her own grandson.
Seeing that Ning Jue had made an oath and looked extremely serious, Chairman Lan had no choice but to give up and turn to Amber, "Can you contact Miss Wan?"
"I'll give it a try," Amber said, taking out her phone to call Wan Jiao.
Ning Jue stood to the side, unable to help but mutter under his breath, "I've made so many calls, but I can't get through. Don't waste your time..."
Before he could finish speaking, Wan Jiao answered the phone, calling out to An Bo, "Director An, have you arrived?"
Amber: "Xiao Wan, I came with the former president of the Xuanmen Society. How are things on your end?"
“There’s not a single person in the entire Special Security Bureau. I suspect someone used spatial magic.” Wan Jiao’s tone was quite grave. “Security Chief, is Cheng Ranzhi’s birth date and time accurate?”
Amber patted her chest and assured him, "100% accurate."
Wan Jiao's tone became even more somber, "Director An, based on Cheng Ranzhi's birth date and time, I can't figure anything out anymore."
"What does it mean if you can't figure it out?" Amber was quite surprised, after all, Wan Jiao was unparalleled in fortune-telling.
“From his birth chart, we can only see what has happened to him, but what hasn’t happened is a blank, and even his lifespan has disappeared.”
This situation is unprecedented in the entire field of metaphysics.
Amber glanced at President Blue.
President Lan leaned closer to the phone receiver, "Miss Wan, this barrier is very strange. In your opinion, is it possible for Amber and me to enter?"
Wan Jiao was prepared. When President Lan asked her, she replied directly, "This barrier is indestructible and cannot be broken. However, I drew an entry talisman on the barrier with my spiritual power. You should be able to enter if you find the location of the talisman."
The Entry Talisman, as its name suggests, is specifically designed to enter various barriers without leaving a trace. It was created thousands of years ago by a female sorcerer in the field of metaphysics.
However, because the entry symbol is extremely complex and difficult to draw, it is not something that ordinary people can draw, so it has long been lost.
Upon hearing that Wan Jiao could draw an entry talisman using only her spiritual power, Amber and President Lan couldn't help but exclaim in admiration: "As expected of the only level ten mystic master in the mystical world for hundreds of years, she's ridiculously strong!"
Ning Jue, who was standing to the side, naturally heard the contents of their conversation.
At this moment, his face was filled with bewilderment.
So... that woman entered the barrier because of the entry talisman?
She's amazing! She can even draw an entry-level talisman!
While Ning Jue was pondering, Amber and President Lan, who had just finished their call with Wan Jiao, were about to go find the location of the Entry Talisman.
Seeing this, Ning Jue quickly spoke up, "Grandpa, Director An, I know where that entry talisman is."
Their eyes both fell on Ning Jue's face. The suspicion in their eyes pierced Ning Jue's heart. He looked aggrieved and said in a pitifully soft voice, "I really know. I watched her go in."
As Ning Jue spoke, he had already walked to the boundary entry talisman, activated his spiritual power, and then took a step.
In just a moment, he entered the barrier.
After exchanging glances, Amber and President Lan quickly followed.
…
Since joining the Haicheng Special Security Bureau, Wan Jiao has used her already mastered teleportation skills to search the entire bureau thoroughly, and unsurprisingly, there was no one there.
Oh, or more precisely, there wasn't a single living creature.
Even the fish in the pond, the birds in the cage, and the ants on the ground all disappeared.
At this time, the Haicheng Special Security Bureau was acting strangely.
Wan Jiao frowned, then gently patted the ancestral tablet in the canvas bag, "Ancestor, what kind of magic is this?"
The ancestral tablet moved twice inside the canvas bag, indicating that it didn't know.
Wan Jiao twitched her lips. "Ancestor, I'm not trying to be mean, but since they're old acquaintances, isn't it a bit inappropriate that you don't know what kind of magic they're using?"
The ancestral tablet was moving wildly, clearly indicating that it was angry.
In other words, he's currently a memorial tablet; otherwise, he would have given Wan Jiao a good scolding.
That little brat dared to mock him...
After having satisfied her urge to talk, Wan Jiao immediately backed down. She used her hand to soothe the ancestral master in the canvas bag, "Ancestor, I recently mastered the Transformation Paper Doll Technique to an advanced level. Would you like to try it?"
The memorial tablet shifted slightly, as if saying: "I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it..."
Wan Jiao took out an ordinary piece of white paper from her canvas bag, folded it into the shape of a paper figure in a few quick movements, then infused it with spiritual power while chanting incantations—the spell for the Illusionary Paper Figure Technique.
As the paper figure grew larger and gradually transformed into a human shape, Wan Jiao said to the ancestor, "Ancestor, now is the time."
As Wan Jiao finished speaking, a beam of light flew out of her canvas bag and disappeared into the paper figure that had transformed into human form.
Visibly, the newly formed "paper doll" now had a face—a very handsome face with an aura of its own. Below the corner of his left eye was a mole, which added a touch of allure to his appearance.
He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his hair black and his robe long.
The moment those dark eyes opened, they seemed capable of encompassing everything in the world.
Fengnan Mountain.
The founding patriarch of Nanshan Temple.
Wan Jiao cupped her hands in a respectful bow, saying, "Grand Ancestor."
"How long can your advanced level of the Illusion Paper Doll Technique last?" Feng Nanshan asked Wan Jiao.
Wan Jiao thought for a moment and replied, "Six hours."
Six hours is a short time, but it's enough for Feng Nanshan to find "her".
He waved his long sleeves and asked Wan Jiao, "Where's the umbrella?"
Wan Jiao quickly reached into her canvas bag and pulled out an umbrella made of spider lily leaves, handing it over. "Here it is. Ancestor, here you go."
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