"This remains to be verified," Shen Cang replied.
Prince Ming circled around Hua Jinyan, shaking his head, "The Rainbow Relic is beyond repair, but your weakened state is easy to heal."
With hands fluttering like butterflies, Prince Ming formed a seal, imprinting a mark onto Hua Jinyan's forehead.
Hua Jinyan's pale face regained color at a visible rate, and his gray lips gradually reddened.
"Feeling a bit tired now," Prince Ming stretched and yawned deeply, "Little disciple, you only have one chance left…" As his voice faded, Prince Ming's body became ethereal and gradually disappeared.
Little Taotie clutched the Horse-Faced Bell tightly, left with only one chance.
Shen Cang stayed a while longer before his figure also began to blur, eventually transforming into a single strand of white hair that fell to the ground. Little Taotie reached out to pick it up, only to find the hair had already turned to powder.
