Dawn was just breaking.
Li Pingsheng pushed the door open and stepped inside.
The chill in the room made his skin tighten.
Beneath the thick cotton quilt, the little girl's lips were purple, and a pall of death hung over her face.
The Spirit-Subduing Jade on her chest was giving off wisps of white smoke.
Li Pingsheng walked to the bedside and pinched the Peace Talisman between two fingers of his left hand.
The Thunder Heart in his dantian pulsed in response, and a faint thread of violet lightning silently flowed through his meridians into the talisman.
Purple light flashed across the talisman's surface, then vanished.
The patterns of the beast-hide formation diagram lit up in his mind.
[Martial Wisdom] activated.
Disassemble, reconstruct.
He pressed the index and middle fingers of his left hand together, a thread of violet lightning poised at their tips, and touched the Spirit-Subduing Jade's outer shell.
The instant the cold aura collided with the lightning, a ring of fine white mist burst from beneath his fingertips.
Li Pingsheng's fingers rapidly tapped across the jade's surface.
His fingers struck again and again—the Kan position, the Zhen position...
Seven formation nodes were consecutively nailed down with violet lightning.
The cold aura leaking out was forcibly driven back inside the jade, while the patterns on the verge of shattering were sealed by dense lightning markings.
The chill in the room gradually faded.
Yunmei's tightly furrowed brow eased, and the rise and fall of her chest steadied.
Hurried footsteps sounded outside the door.
Shen Tong rushed in with a medicine chest, his gaze falling upon the jade on the bed.
He clipped a monocle over his right eye and leaned close for a careful look.
"Is something wrong with your brain?"
Shen Tong pointed at the violet