The moment the golden hair fell, Ning Fengzhi's expression changed.
He had watched Xue Qinghe grow up. He had taught this student how to judge people and govern a realm, and had once believed the Heaven Dou Empire finally had an heir worthy of it.
The tear before him was small.
Small enough for one finger to cover.
Yet it cut twenty years of teacher and student in two.
Xue Qinghe raised a hand to touch the side of her face. She did not panic or try to hide it. She only looked at Tang San, a chill rising in her eyes.
"You used that Blue Silver Grass well."
Pale golden Soul Power lit up at her fingertips.
The Soul Bone Skill she used for her disguise slowly fell away. Her masculine features dissolved like a reflection in water. Her shoulders narrowed, and her figure grew taller. Long golden hair spilled to her waist; her skin was fair, and her features were exquisitely sharp.
She still wore the Crown Prince Robe, but it could no longer conceal her woman's figure.
She lifted her head, and even her voice returned to its original clear, ringing tone. The male voice, mannerisms, and tiny habits she had maintained for twenty years slipped away together, as though she had finally shed a heavy suit of armor. That face still held Xue Qinghe's familiar composure, but her gaze was far sharper.
Bai Jin could see the Soul Power long suppressed within her unfurling through her meridians. The Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul was proud by nature; while disguised, she had been forced to keep most of its radiance in check. Now she had no reason to hold back. Golden light picked out even the cracks between the bricks beneath her feet.
Six pure white wings spread