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"Since you restrained your aura and hid your cultivation, your martial soul must be hidden as well, no?"
Bo Xian'er lightly raised her long sleeve, her red lips curving into a smile that was not quite a smile.
Xue Chuxin's fingertips trembled slightly, her pupils suddenly contracting as her sandalwood lips parted. "Aunt?!"
Before the words had even fallen, she had already retreated half a step, the hem of her plain white dress tracing half a crescent moon across the bluestone ground.
But Bo Xian'er merely lifted her fair wrist, the jade bracelet at her fingers chiming softly, forcefully cutting off the words she had yet to say.
The corners of those phoenix eyes slanted upward, as if cold stars were flowing within them. "Chuxin, what are you so anxious about?"
Xue Shiqiong hesitated for a moment. As her pearly teeth lightly bit her red lips, soul-power ripples suddenly spread from around her like waves.
The phantom of her martial soul manifested. Eight-meter Ice Wings unfurled from the Void, Ice Soul Cold Light flowing along the edges of the feathers. The golden crown before her brow hung down like an Emperor's Crown, casting a gilded sheen over all three thousand strands of her black hair.
Once Martial Soul Possession took hold, a pair of enormous wings condensed from ice crystal grew from the young matron's back, and patterns of golden-blue feathers quietly spread from the corners of her eyes.
Most soul-stirring of all were those heterochromatic eyes—her left eye was like a Molten Gold Blazing Sun spilling fire, while her right was like Ten Thousand Year Mystic Ice congealing frost. As light flowed within them, faint cries of swans and phoenixes seemed to echo out.
Golden threads in her hair flowed like the Star