An Ning had already entered the mountains.
She found a deserted spot and hid in a sunken, shaded depression. The Klein Bottle within her spiritual power could no longer be contained.
A flash of blue light streaked past.
An Ning watched as the Klein Bottle emerged from her palm. It started at only half the size of her hand, but it was gradually growing larger.
The bottle grew to three times its original size, becoming as large as both her hands put together.
But that wasn't all. An Ning received a signal within her spiritual power.
It was a familiar, coded form of communication—a favorite game she and her teachers loved to play.
'There's something inside?'
'How is that possible?'
An Ning took a deep breath. Enduring a headache, she manipulated the Klein Bottle. There really was something inside.
It was a slip of paper.
An Ning took out the slip of paper, her spiritual power depleting once more.
