The Charming Widow's face changed, and with a fluctuation of her chest, she slapped the pearl into the river. After a few breaths, a booming sound erupted from the calm river surface, and a massive flame shot up to the sky before gradually falling back and extinguishing.
"It seems you've destroyed someone's incredible treasure."
The Little Artifact Spirit warned in his mind.
Damn it, I know.
Han Yu could already feel the ferocious gaze beneath the Charming Widow's twisted and sinister face, glaring at him.
"You destroyed my Fire-Resistant Pearl, you deserve to die."
This was a precious treasure she had obtained after spending five years accompanying an old man with her body.
Now, with it gone like this, one can only imagine how complicated her feelings were at this moment.
"I suggest you run! She probably won't let you cry for your parents."
The Little Artifact Spirit's tone was serious.
"Ripples in the Sea of Emotions!"
