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I curled up in the cold brocade quilt, counting the icicles on the window lattice. With the tenth Frost Flower shattering, I finally admitted that Xuan Yu would not return.
The remnants of the Silktree Albizia Flower, shattered when he slammed the door last night, still clung to the antique shelf like a pool of dried blood.
As I reached for the moon-white skirt at the foot of the bed, a sudden pain shot through my wrist where the Ice Lotus mark lay—this damned life bond required his lingering spiritual energy to undo the restriction even for changing clothes.
The rime on the spirit path fell softly onto my shoulders, and I stared blankly at the incense ash that had settled on my embroidered shoes.
This was Wang Xuan's Soul-Soothing Incense; last night, Xuan Yu had forced me to sit in front of the dressing table and inhale it for three full hours.
In the curling blue smoke from the golden incense burner, he pinched my chin and sneered, “The daughter of the Linghuan Fairy Realm needs to be taught dual cultivation techniques from scratch?”
The scent of Cedar Wine suddenly surged up my throat, and I leaned against the icy jade railing, retching as my hairpin caught on a drooping Zi Teng flower.
Ten years ago, Yang Lin had pinned this kind of flower in my hair in the Nine Nether Cave; back then, we had no idea that an ancient demon serpent lay hidden within.
He held a silver bamboo flute and brushed aside my loose strands of hair; starlight leaked from its holes, illuminating my forehead adorned with embroidered lotus flowers.
“Ah Yao?”
The unique clear sound of the silver bamboo flute echoed in my ears, and I stiffened, unable to turn around.
At the end of the spirit path, Ice Lake reflected Yang Lin's robe with its green bamboo patterns; he still wore the heart-tassel I had woven for him at his waist. The tassels were tangled in his jade pendant by the wind from Xuanjie, resembling an unresolvable tangle.
“Is your Ice Soul lock acting up again?” He concentrated on my pulse with his fingertip glowing with emerald energy, and I hurriedly hid my hand in my sleeve.
The restriction that Xuan Yu had marked on me last night was coursing beneath my skin; if Yang Lin discovered that I harbored his dragon soul within my spiritual platform...
Suddenly, the Ice Lotus bloomed on my wrist, and the sharp pain caused me to stumble into his chest.
As Agarwood invaded my nostrils from Yang Lin's presence, I heard the sound of ice crystals shattering behind me in the plum grove.
Xuan Yu's Xuan Colored Cloak swept past a Cinnabar Plum branch, and remnants of red fell onto his shoulder where dragon patterns were embroidered, resembling blood seeping from scales.
“Thank you, Yang Immortal Lord, for taking care of this humble Dao companion.” Xuan Yu teleported to my side, and with a flick of his iron finger, he plucked away that string of Zi Teng flowers from my ear.
The flower branches turned into icy powder in his palm and floated into Ice Lake along with my damp silk handkerchief from last night’s tears.
Yang Lin's silver bamboo flute produced a clear sound as suddenly a star map reflection of Nine Nether Cave appeared on the lake's surface.
That was the formation we had carved into the cave walls years ago using a Blood Contract; now it was being shattered into countless specks of light by Xuan Yu's dragon soul.
He seized my wrist and raised it before Yang Lin; the Ice Lotus mark was revealing Wang Xuan's unique spell pattern.
“Do you see?” Xuan Yu whispered low against my ear, his dragon breath scorching against my nape as I shivered. “She nurtures this lord’s dragon pearl within her spiritual platform while her heart pulse is entwined with your Blood Contract—what an interesting furnace she is, isn’t she?”
A sudden surge from the Ice Lake sent a giant wave crashing forth, snapping the heartstring pendant around my wrist. Yang Lin's eyes reflected the silver threads of the Puppet that spread beneath my collarbone, a discovery I had only made during my morning preparations.
Xuan Yu gripped the back of my neck, forcing me to meet Yang Lin's pale face. The dragon scale patterns crawled up from his collar, slowly consuming the last glimpse of Azure Bamboo Color in my vision.
Upon returning to the palace, I noticed that the Rhinoceros Horn Comb on the dressing table was stained with fresh blood. Xuan Yu tore open my Lapels and pressed the Dragon Soul Pearl at the intersection of the Puppet threads. In excruciating pain, I caught a glimpse in the bronze mirror—among his cascading hair, Wang Xuan's Xuan Bing sword tassel was entangled with half of a Tongxin Pendant. The broken patterns on that jade pendant matched perfectly with Yang Lin's Jade Pendant worn today.
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