When the tip of Daiyu's hairpin penetrated the soil, the foundation of the entire Xiaoxiang Pavilion trembled. What was shaking off the bamboo leaves was not morning dew, but scarlet blood drops. The hairpin embedded with the Pearl of the South China Sea was emitting a strange bluish-purple light at this moment.
"Girl, watch your hands carefully!" Zicuckoo's exclamation was torn apart by the strong wind. Daiyu looked at the blood marks on her palms - when she was burying the flower, the hairpin suddenly seemed to come alive and burrowed into the ground. The broken petals buried in the flower grave are being reorganized in strange ways, forming a familiar monkey face.
A dragon-like roar came from the direction of the East China Sea, and the crimson birthmark on the back of Daiyu's neck suddenly burned. She staggered back, watching as the entire peony garden opened into an abyss, and a golden hoop wrapped with dark red blood streaks broke out of the ground, with half a dragon scale stuck to the top.
"Five hundred years..." The stick made a hoarse voice, and Daiyu clearly heard the crisp sound of the chain breaking. When her blood dripped on the golden hoop inscription, seventy-two thunders exploded over the entire Jinling City.
