"Just now, we were all so caught up in our grief that no one noticed the Stabby Sword on her head had been glowing all along. Wanwan, this is your magic treasure. You know how to use it, don't you?"
Yuanbao's eyes, red and swollen from crying, now kindled with a flicker of hope.
He reached out to check and found that Liu Wan still had a faint pulse.
Xia Wanwan immediately stopped crying and reached out, asking her youngest maternal uncle to carry her over.
The little girl immediately knelt on the ground to examine her mother, then let out a little laugh.
"So that's what happened."
"What happened? How exactly is Mother doing?" Liu Zimu had gathered around as well.
Everyone looked at Xia Wanwan, their eyes brimming with hope.
Everyone in the Liu Family knew that Wanwan was a blessed child, the master acknowledged by the Qilin, and even the reincarnated descendant of deities.
Their only hope rested entirely on her.
Xia Wanwan smiled through her tears. "The Stabby Sword can reflect attacks. Phoenix poured all its power of rebirth into that strike just now. When it hit Mother, the Stabby Sword reflected half of it, so... the Phoenix Feather Plume was weakened by its own power, giving Shen Chuanlian an opening to refine it."
"And earlier, because I was so worried about Mother coming into contact with the Demon God, I put a wisp of spiritual power into the Stabby Sword. Now that the Stabby Sword has fulfilled its mission, that spiritual power burst out through the air and managed to protect Mother's heart meridians."
This time, tears streamed down Xia Wanwan's face.
But they were not tears of sorrow. They were tears of relief.
Overwhelming relief and excitement.
Hope recovered after such a loss was