The voice was flat and calm, not a ripple of emotion in its evenness.
"Who?!"
The middle-aged man had yet to react when his right shoulder was suddenly seized by a hand.
"Crack!"
With a gentle twist at his shoulder bone, touching some joint, his right arm was abruptly dislocated.
"Ah—!!!!" The middle-aged man screamed in agony, his strength draining away as his legs buckled beneath him, collapsing to the ground.
The Concentricity Pendant in his hand was now in Ye Wanlan's possession.
Ye Wanlan looked down at it.
Dragon and Phoenix auspiciously presented, gold and jade a perfect match.
It was her Concentricity Pendant.
Three hundred years had passed, and she finally saw again the jade pendant that had accompanied her since birth.
"Concentricity, you've suffered so much!" The Qingyun Pendant wept, "You were almost taken away by the bad people, but fortunately, Her Royal Highness the Princess saved you."