"So it was you."
All of this had been Tyrant Song's fault.
What exactly was the Blade-Nourishing Art? It was a secret technique she had never even heard of.
Logically speaking, once someone reached her level, understanding one art meant understanding all arts. After seeing a spell once or sensing it once, she could grasp most of its principles.
But she could not make any sense of the principles behind this Blade-Nourishing Art.
After finally recovering, the Heavenly Emperor stood up and stretched.
She absolutely could not let Song Shuhang discover that when he used that secret technique on Black-Skinned Soft Feather, she would be affected too. Otherwise, Song Shuhang would have leverage over her weakness, leaving her at a severe disadvantage in their future dealings.
"And I need to find a way to overcome this secret technique's effects. At the very least, I can't let anyone discover that it affects me," the Heavenly Emperor said in distress, rubbing her temples.
Breaking free of fate was not as simple as shouting a slogan.
The laws of fate and time were the most difficult to fathom.
That remained true even though the path she had forged was the great way of time.
The way of time had never been about control.
No one could control time—only conceal and deceive.
"So I do have some confidence in concealing my condition," the Heavenly Emperor said.
At the very least, she was confident that even while enduring the effects of the Blade-Nourishing Art, she could remain composed throughout without revealing a single clue.
Still, the Blade-Nourishing Art had an excellent massage effect. Once she endured it, she felt more in harmony with Soft Feather's Spirit Ghost.
Controlling the Spirit Ghost became much easier.
If she could reduce the immediate damage she suffered when subjected