These words rang out loud and clear to Wu Yu even though his vision was completely obstructed. In a flash, a wave of heat rushed towards the area two inches under his navel. There, an insignia started to form. It was of a small monkey with deep golden hair that dazzled in contrast to the light gold color of Wu Yu's Jindan. 

Boom!

As the mystique's insignia was etching itself onto Wu Yu's Jindan, his surroundings dissipated into thin air. Wu Yu stood before the empty palace and was drained of all energy. He was still reeling in shock and could not think straight. It was as though he had just experienced an extremely long dream and was not quite awake just yet.

From head to toe, his body still felt like it was scorching with flames.

"Wah." All of a sudden, a girl's cry jolted Wu Yu back to his senses. Around the pitch-dark surroundings of the palace, a spiritual qi still lingered. The young girl who was weeping before him was none other than Ming Long. While she seemed happy and content just moments before, this wench now had a face full of tears. With an angry pout, she glared at Wu Yu with the ferocity of a predator wanting to consume its prey whole.

"What are you crying about?" Wu Yu did not know whether to laugh or cry. He had never seen her in such a state of grief...