The morning sun rose, illuminating He Nu's empty hands. A little dirt and dew clung to the hem of her skirt, but the clothes above her ankles were spotless.
She seemed to have been wandering through Rouge Forest for a long time.
"He Nu," Shangguan Ru called softly.
Tie Linglong stood to one side, wary of Old Man Mu in the tree. She still couldn't shake one thought: Was Sister Ru really going to die today at the hands of her own father?
He Nu's gaze was cold, but held not a trace of hatred or murderous intent. She said nothing, simply standing there and looking at the two people opposite her.
"She wasn't easy to find." Old Man Mu smiled. "The Dragon King sent all of Moonlight Hall out to search for her, but that bunch of fools only knew how to search by the book. They never thought Master of the Masses had long since broken with her old habits. Hahaha! The old man's been lucky lately. I stumbled across this wandering ghost without even trying."
Shangguan Ru kept staring at He Nu. "What do you mean, she 'broke with her old habits'?"
"Surely you don't know, good girl?" Old Man Mu feigned astonishment, then let out his distinctive, bizarre laugh. It sounded like a wolf on the grasslands howling until it ran out of breath. "He Nu's become an idiot. She's forgotten everything from before, and now she's terribly afraid of people—so afraid that she kills anyone she sees. Hahaha! Good girl, get ready to face her. Be careful. He Nu may not have a sword in her hands, but she can still use Death Sutra Swordplay. Your Dianxin Finger won't stop her."
Shangguan Ru's heart ached. Old Man Mu was right: He Nu's eyes made it