Mu Hanyan's heart stirred. She had heard a similar chant from Ye Yanran's lips, equally arcane and profound, with a strange rhythm, but upon closer listening, she realized the rhythm was entirely different. Ye Yanran's chanting sounded ethereal and distant, like white clouds in the sky, unsullied by a speck of dust, and brimming with life. Xia Youchen's chant, however, was low and oppressive, filled with malevolence and the breath of life and death.
This discovery eased Mu Hanyan's mind considerably; truth be told, she really did not hope for there to be any connection between Ye Yanran and Xia Youchen.
In the midst of Xia Youchen's chanting, a circle of faint, mysterious halos enveloped the Exotic Beasts crawling on the ground, and blood-red orbs, as if stripped from their insides, floated above their heads.
And within the ruins of that palace, beads of the same blood color also rose quietly.
"Beast Blood Pearls!" Not only Mu Hanyan but also many young Swordsmen exclaimed.
