In the center of the stones stood a phantom familiar to Shen Bai.
At that moment, the phantom stood with its hands behind its back. A gentle breeze drifted by, making it seem incredibly mysterious.
The surroundings were completely empty. As Shen Bai watched, the phantom slowly raised its right hand.
The phantom's right hand was empty.
But the phantom was unhurried. It began to tap its thumb against its other four fingers in a continuous motion, as if telling a fortune.
As the phantom continued its Calculation, a strand of golden thread materialized in its hand.
Then, the thread slowly flew off in a certain direction before vanishing.
After the thread vanished without a trace, both the phantom and Shen Bai had an uncanny feeling that something unusual lay in that direction.
Without hesitating, the phantom lowered its right hand. With a single step, it blurred into an afterimage and disappeared.
