The White Clan Faces Great Misfortune

"Awesome! I wonder if my Nine Li junior brother's robe is in here!" Lily Bai's eyes lit up. "How about we delay going back to the Sigil Sect and try tracking them first?"

Rune Masters have another skill: tracking.

They can use objects that carry someone's qi to track their whereabouts.

But only a highly skilled Rune Master can pull this off.

Damian nodded.

Lily Bai took out a Sigil Sect disciple's robe, raised her Rune Staff, and opened her Heaven's Eye.

But the moment she opened her Heaven's Eye, Lily was startled.

Hovering above the Eastern Luo Royal Palace was a massive cloud of black qi!

This black qi wasn't something physically real.

It was 'fortune'—karmic qi and destiny—that only high-level Rune Masters could see.

It meant... the White Clan was about to suffer some serious bad luck!

"How could this happen?" Lily Bai's expression changed dramatically. "Why is there such strong baleful qi?"

She immediately pulled out her divination tortoise shell, sketched a quick talisman in the air, and performed an augury.

The result: Great Calamity.

Rune Masters are experts in formations, divination, and geomancy—mysterious and powerful in the eyes of ordinary people.

But Rune Masters have a natural limitation: they can't divine for themselves.

Otherwise, they'll face deadly backlash.

It's not just themselves—even divining for blood relatives brings serious backlash.

Right now, even though Lily Bai was just using the simplest tortoise-shell divination, she still got hit by backlash and coughed up blood.

Damian grabbed her. "What happened to you?"

Lily Bai whipped around, suddenly grabbing his collar. "Was it you? What are you planning to do to my family?"

Damian frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"There's a huge cloud of black qi above the palace—disaster is coming! Was it you?" Lily Bai pressed.

"No."

"If it wasn't you, then who?"

"If I, Damian Black, wanted to wipe someone out, do you think I'd bother hiding it? If I say it wasn't me, it wasn't me." Damian pried her hand off his collar.

Lily Bai froze for a moment.

He actually had a point.

He was the Demon Emperor—if he wanted to slaughter a city, he'd just do it. Why bother lying about it?

"If it wasn't you... then who? Where's this baleful qi coming from?" She sat cross-legged, pulled out a divining compass, and prepared to divine again.

But Damian snatched the divining compass away, his face dark. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

"Give it back!" Lily Bai said. "My family's in danger—I have to figure out how to save them!"

"Right now, out of the four of you, you're the strongest," Damian said. "If you get seriously hurt from divining, who'll protect them? You expect me to bail you out again?"

"You don't get it! Figuring out how to resolve this is more important than anything!"

"Once you get to the Sigil Sect, you can ask your master for help," Damian said. "For now, focus on finding the missing people."

"Don't worry, even if I get backlash, I'll still have enough strength to track people! I won't slow you down!"

Without warning, Damian sealed her immortal power.

"Damian!" Lily Bai was furious. "Undo the seal—now!"

Damian turned away, ignoring her.

Lily Bai clung to his clothes, refusing to let go. "Undo it!"

Damian looked at the handful of fabric she was clutching. "Let go."

"Release the seal!"

A ripple of red light surged from Damian, and Lily Bai was blasted away.

"Keep this up and I'll kill you right now!" Damian glared at her. "Get tracking."

Lily Bai gritted her teeth, forced to yield to his tyranny.

Fine, I'll just go find my master.

She grabbed the clothes and cast a spirit tracking spell.

But nothing happened.