It's forged?
Yin Weiyin flipped it back and forth, but it never felt right.
The sound of knocking interrupted her thoughts from outside the door.
"Lady Die, are you ready yet?"
Yin Weiyin's gaze sharpened. She didn't have time to think further and tucked the token into her chest. Then, with one hand, she pressed against the Trance Butterfly, while the other pinched her throat.
"Ready, I'll come out now."
The voice belonged unmistakably to the Trance Butterfly.
Yin Weiyin raised a hand and brushed her face, and the hazy gleam of the Illusion Technique swept over her, cloaking her original appearance. To others, she now looked exactly like the Trance Butterfly.
It was time for her to meet Chen Yi.
"I wonder if my current Illusion Technique will fool him," Yin Weiyin muttered inwardly.
She walked slowly out of the private room, pushed open the door, and saw the Huang brothers waiting outside.
Huang the elder bent over obsequiously and said, "Master Zhao is already urging us."
