"Talisman Master Lin, you were indeed imprisoned inside the Embroidery Ball!"
Ning Daoran's heart tightened, and he said, "I have always been puzzled as to why you were trapped inside the Embroidery Ball, and why this Embroidery Ball is the personal belonging of that Fourth-order Mid-stage Hui Dragon. How did you provoke this Hui Dragon?"
"Alas, it's a long story."
Lin Man said softly, "Fellow Daoist Ning, please quickly break open the Embroidery Ball Cave Heaven. This Grotto Heaven is a static one, where I cannot cultivate. My senior sister's soul can't last much longer either; I urge you not to delay."
"Okay!"
Ning Daoran sat up straight and once again immersed himself in deciphering the prohibition on the Embroidery Ball Cave Heaven.
...
Several months later.
"Buzzing~~~"
A crack appeared on the surface of the Embroidery Ball Cave Heaven, followed by the entire Embroidery Ball spinning rapidly on top of the stone table.
