Snow fell upon the girl's childishly thin shoulders, adorning her dull, short hair.
The snow infused with Shu Xiulang's intent of severance was extraordinarily heavy by nature. It fell like drifting feathers, yet struck like hammer blows. But Xi Xiangyi did not move at all, quickly becoming a snowman.
Shu Xiulang commanded the path of Forgetting; his power shrouded the entire Xi residence.
Outsiders who beheld the snow would forget.
No living thing within the residence could leave its circle.
He had gone with Gong Weizhang to [Painted Prison], while Xi Xiangyi, who remained behind, was also imprisoned.
Azure Auspice City roared with noise, creatures of every race coming and going without cease. Yet they turned a blind eye to the city-cleaving blade scar Gong Weizhang had left behind, utterly forgetting their initial terror... as though it were no more remarkable than a roadside ditch.
It was a mark Gong Weizhang had deliberately left behind, but as its viewers forgot it... it gradually disappeared!
"Knowing all things beyond, the primordial puppet seeks. Heaven makes, earth harmonizes—thus is called my spinal screw..."
Snow whirled in eddies, and Frost Wind was not gentle. From this day on, there would never again be a gentle wind.
Xi Xiangyi sang softly amid the snow.
This was a mnemonic song she had memorized in childhood. Strangely, she no longer remembered who had taught it to her. But Xi Ming had been by her side then, in any case.
Only today did she remember that they had depended on each other for many years.
"Bone Weaving congeals the channels, twelve thousand wing-strings. The tail pillar bears the trunk, commanding all directions, carrying out its charge."
Her song of today overlapped with a child's clear, crisp voice.
For no reason, a scene came to her mind.
Vaguely,