The purse opened, and several silver ingots rolled out.
Huang Zhijun's family was wealthy, but as a lady of considerable means, she usually had attendants with her and did not carry much silver on her person.
However, what caused Xin Lin to take such an abnormal action was not the silver inside, but rather, besides the silver, there was a tattered piece of paper in the bag.
That paper, yellowed at the edges, was inscribed with cryptic symbols; it was the same Sealing Spirit Talisman that Xin Lin had buried alive.
"Sister, the talisman... the talisman..."
Xin Zhuo was also dumbstruck.
With a gulp, the sound of swallowing saliva.
"Ah Zhuo, what are you nervous about."
Xin Lin mustered her courage and spoke.
"Sister, the sound came from you."
Xin Zhuo curled up, as it saw a blue light flickering on the Sealing Spirit Talisman.
"Ah Zhuo, go throw that talisman away,"
Xin Lin urged Xin Zhuo to step forward.
"Sister, no... can't do it..."
Xin Zhuo stammered.
