Silas Lin and the Lost City of Souls Chapter 208

Not an illusion.

His fingertips trembled slightly as he took the piece off his clothes and held it in front of his eyes.

It's light red, like the sunset. Holding it in your hand, your fingertips feel warm.

He lost too much blood and his vision was blurry. He could barely make out that it was a very small feather.

But there are no peach blossoms in Jiange, nor do they raise birds.