Liu Ming saw this and sighed in his heart, choosing not to say anything further.
He also had some thoughts about the tomb of the Crying Devil Sovereign, and with his strength, even if discovered, escaping would never be an issue.
With this thought, his mind calmed, and his gaze swept to the bead in Zhao Qianying's hand, faintly sensing that the bead seemed to contain some peculiar life force.
Zhao Qianying's jade lips let out a chant-like whisper, while with her other hand, she performed a series of mysterious incantations.
The symbols on the surface of the yellow bead became brighter, and with a tremble, it transformed into a mass of yellow light.
The yellow light swiftly shrank away, and the bead in Zhao Qianying's hand was no longer there. Instead, in its place was a small yellow beast resembling a civet cat. Its golden fur appeared extraordinarily soft, and its large eyes, almost occupying half of its face, sparkled with intelligence, making it look exceptionally clever.
