The golden bell was jingled by the snowball, setting off a spiritual fog child with tightly furrowed brows.
The mini child, only the size of a head cluster, opened its mouth wide, angrily shouting at Tang Luo as if questioning why he disturbed its sleep.
It was clear that this was a shikigami hidden in the golden bell, but could such a little thing safely pass through the grand snowy mountains to deliver a message to Ying City?
Tang Luo extended a finger to poke the chubby belly of the small child, curious in his heart.
The poked spiritual fog child grew angrier, waving its hands and feet, chirping for a while, before transforming into a mist, with various images shifting back and forth, finally fixating on Langhuan Dojo within the Nine-layered Sword Pavilion.
The appearance of the Langhuan Sword Master in the misty realm remained dignified and neat, his calm eyes like the abode of gods high in the heavens.
