Totem!

Bam!

A clear and crisp sound was heard—that bead had tried to escape but ended up getting stopped by the barrier Chu Liuyue had cast over it.

It fell to the ground and into the puddle of black blood once more. If one didn't look carefully, it would've been hard to spot it.

Chu Liuyue waved her fingers, and scorching flames instantly appeared and formed a fist-sized ball to trap the bead within it. The fireball then floated back to her palm.

She examined the bean-sized bead carefully, although she wasn't able to see exactly what it looked like as it was covered with blood. Still, she could clearly sense that it contained a startling amount of force and that it was this very thing that caused Lin Zhifei to be seriously ill.

"Cough! Cough! Cough!" Lin Zhifei started coughing violently.

Chu Liuyue turned her head to look at him. "How do you feel, Fourth Young Master?"