The entire curtain tore with a rip when she yanked it down, fluttering to the floor, but the scene behind it startled Xuanji—no one was there! The dragon throne was completely empty!
In front of the dragon throne was a desk upon which sat a Luminous Glass Vase about three feet tall, its brilliance captivating and soul-snatching, as if harboring a silent, icy, colorful flame inside. A small corner of the Luminous Glass Vase was missing, its cut smooth and fine; the person who had acted did so with extreme swiftness, severing a corner without leaving a single crack on the fragile glass.
Xuanji's heart trembled, her throat tightened slightly, and she stared fixatedly at the Luminous Glass Vase, as if after a millennia, she had finally found something of vital importance.
She reached out, her fingers trembling, wanting to gently touch the Luminous Glass Vase when she suddenly heard the Heavenly Emperor's voice from behind the curtain, "Let's return this item to the General today."
