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The sudden words from the Wuchen Mage sent a shock through Shen Tong's heart. She leaned slightly forward and raised her voice to ask, "Why do you say that, Mage?"
The Wuchen Mage smiled faintly, ignoring Shen Tong's question, and continued speaking to himself, "I never expected to see a person of the Contract Eye appear in Lijiang during my lifetime. It seems the time of prophecy is drawing near."
Upon hearing this, several people present displayed expressions of surprise and confusion. However, the Wuchen Mage had no intention of explaining further. He turned his gaze back to Shen Tong and said, "May I speak with the one of the Contract Eye alone?"
Shen Tong glanced at her companions and nodded slightly. Although Lin Mingchang felt some concern, he respected Shen Tong's decision. He stood up and, along with Zigui, Xiaoshuang, and Mu Qing, stepped out of the meditation room to wait in the courtyard.
Once the door was closed behind them, the Wuchen Mage locked eyes with Shen Tong. "Young Lady Shen, do you know the mission you bear?"
Having somewhat acclimated to the shocking words from earlier, Shen Tong calmly asked, "How does the Mage know my surname is Shen?"
The Wuchen Mage smiled slightly. "The clan of the Contract Eye all share the surname Shen. They have guarded the Guixu Gate for generations; this is an ancient pact your family made with the Rakshasa Bird."
Just as Shen Tong was about to ask more questions, the Wuchen Mage suddenly became serious. He formed hand seals and began reciting a passage of scripture. The incantation sounded neither Chinese nor Tibetan; it resembled bird calls and beast roars—strange and extraordinary.
Before Shen Tong could utter a word, a sharp pain suddenly shot through her right eye, more intense than any she had felt before.
"Ah!" she couldn't help but scream, covering her right eye with her hands as she collapsed onto the mat. She felt a tremendous force swirling within her eye, as if something were trying to break free from it. Her vision turned blood red.
In that moment, countless faces appeared before her eyes—some joyful, some sorrowful; some angry, some fearful—each displaying a myriad of emotions.
In the courtyard, Lin Mingchang and the others heard Shen Tong's scream. Ignoring Mu Qing's warnings, they rushed inside.
Lin Mingchang pushed open the door to the meditation room and saw Shen Tong writhing in pain on the ground. A wave of unprecedented terror surged through his mind. He regretted coming to Lijiang; why did they bring Shen Tong here to face danger?
He knew all too well that he could not afford to lose her.
Lin Mingchang rushed over and tightly embraced Shen Tong, feeling her body tremble as his heart twisted in anguish. "Zigui! Come quickly and check on Shen Tong!"
Xiaoshuang was also quick-tempered. Ever since the old monk started spouting nonsense, she felt something was off about him.
Now, seeing her sister in such pain, she couldn't help but shout, "What exactly did you do to Shen Tong? You can't possibly be one of the Gui Xu Society, can you?"
At that moment, Wuchen Mage had stopped chanting. His expression was calm, showing no anger at the sudden intrusion of the group. Instead, he smiled at the anxious young people and said, "Do not be afraid, do not be afraid. I am not a member of the Gui Xu Society. What I just recited was the 'Summoning Spell' from the Dongba Scripture, which can awaken slumbering deities. It seems that the Raksasa Spirit has responded to you; this is a good omen."
The intense pain in Shen Tong's right eye was gradually subsiding. She grasped Lin Mingchang's arm to support herself as she sat up and asked the question that had been on her mind for so long:
"Wuchen Mage, what is the contract between my family and the Rakshasa Bird? What is my true mission?"
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