The voice was calm and even, devoid of any fluctuation.
"Who's there?!"
The middle-aged man hadn't recovered from his shock when his right shoulder was suddenly seized by a hand.
"Crack!"
That hand merely twisted lightly at his shoulder bone, and for some reason, after touching a certain joint, his right arm was forcibly dislocated.
"Ahh——!!" The middle-aged man screamed in agony, his strength drained away, and he slumped to the ground, his legs giving out beneath him.
The Concentricity Pendant in his hand now belonged to Ye Wanlan.
Ye Wanlan looked down at it.
Dragon and phoenix brought auspiciousness, a perfect match of gold and jade.
It was her Concentricity Pendant.
After three hundred years, she had finally laid eyes once more on the Jade Pendant that had accompanied her since birth.
"Tongxin, you poor thing!" the Qingyun Pendant sobbed, "You were almost taken away by the bad guys, thankfully Her Royal Highness the Princess saved you."