As he spoke, he reached out with his hand, revealing a small figure sculpture the size of a walnut in his palm, the likeness of the Goddess as a baby.
Shaped from crystal throughout, yet there was a touch of rosy red at the center of the brow.
That was a drop of bright red blood, preserved by the crystal, lasting for hundreds of thousands of years.
Yue Xiang looked at Su He uncomprehendingly.
Su He paused for a moment, then softly said, "Fellow Daoist is considerate."
He had already forgotten him, yet had insisted on leaving a safeguard based on intuition alone; Su He was touched for some unknown reason.
He reached out to take the crystal, a ripple of intention spreading from it, vanishing into nothingness. The sense of the intention was familiar, it was a technique of Emperor Ma Shi.
