Water-Moon Sword Palace.
Jiang Ning came once more to the hall where Xiao Qiushui had fallen.
At this moment.
Golden sunlight poured down from above.
It shrouded the goddess statue at the center of the hall.
Beneath the golden sunlight, the goddess statue reflected a faint glow, appearing exceptionally sacred.
Looking at the goddess statue turned golden, Jiang Ning could not help recalling the night Xiao Qiushui had fallen.
Back then, Xiao Qiushui had sat cross-legged on a cushion in a white dress. Moonlight spilled down, and against the reflection of her immortal flesh and Jade Bone, she had resembled a goddess from the Moon Palace.
The goddess statue behind her had been washed in moonlight as well, making it incomparably holy.
But now.
Though Xiao Qiushui was gone, the goddess statue still gave him an extraordinary feeling.
His intuition told him that the goddess statue before him was no ordinary object.
After looking at it twice, he slowly withdrew his gaze.
At that very moment.
The woman inside the ice coffin suddenly came to mind.
His brows immediately furrowed.
Because when he tried to recall the ice-coffin woman's appearance, he found that no matter what he did, he could not remember it completely.
The clear face that had once been imprinted in his mind now seemed like a flower viewed through mist.
He could never recall her true features.
To him, this was far too strange.
Because he knew he possessed Photographic Memory.
Photographic Memory did not merely mean being able to remember books and ancient records at a glance.
Everything his eyes saw and his gaze reached, he could remember at a glance.
Yet now, he had forgotten the ice-coffin woman's face.
Just then.
Rumble—
Xiao Emei pushed aside the heavy stone slabs in the floor, and the