Yin Qi stopped flying when she felt the air around her body growing heavier. Her eyes dilated as she watched the golden bead in her hands turn into small, bite-size, illusionary butterflies before flying away from her grasp.
She could only stare blankly as they disappeared from her sight.
"Sometimes, I can hardly guess what you must feel thinking that you almost have something you really want and it gets taken away from you at the last second." The unknown voice sounded again, startling Yin Qi.
"Senior, please don't play jokes with this junior." She forced herself to appear composed and came up with an excuse. "That is a relic of my sect, which had been lost through time. I will really appreciate it if Senior will let this junior return it to the sect."
Despite her pleading tone, her hand reached out for the weapon at her waist, her eyes darting around the area, searching for the signs of the attacker.
