Until that face again hung upside-down, slowly approaching her, and hovered just inches from her nose, Lu Yuque showed no reaction. She couldn't feel her limbs.
The face was deathly pale, rigid, impenetrable by blades. Yet its features were delicate and gentle, belonging to a woman.
It was her mother's face.
It reached out and retrieved the "Exegesis of the Sword Without Solution" from Lu Yuque's chest. A coldness as if from the Ninth Netherworld seeped through her skin, invading her heart and lungs, reaching her mind and heart spirit.
The snow lotus bud on the martial arts scripture swayed faintly, but within just a few breaths, it grew smaller and then suddenly extinguished.
Lu Yuque realized it was the method her father spoke of to suppress the snow lotus bud, but the visage before her gazed at this scene for a moment. It lifted a blank face and stared directly at her.
