Hu Xiaotian shook his head. "What solution could there possibly be?"
Huo Shengnan looked deeply hesitant. Only after a long while did she muster the courage to say, "There's a method recorded on this picture."
"What method?" Hu Xiaotian unfolded the Thin Silk again. Apart from the lovemaking illustrations, there was no writing visible on it. The writing had to be heated over a flame before it would appear. In truth, even if he could see it, he would not recognize it: it was all in Black Hu Script.
Huo Shengnan said, "The Sun-Shooting Scripture was originally written by a woman. It took her only ten years to go from a weak woman without the strength to truss a chicken to a master who looked down upon all under heaven."
Hu Xiaotian exclaimed in amazement, "That incredible? Did she practice the Void Art too?"
Huo Shengnan shook her head and said rather awkwardly, "The technique she practiced was called Yin Steals Yang."
Hu Xiaotian understood as soon as he heard it, but deliberately played dumb. "What does Yin Steals Yang mean?"
Huo Shengnan lowered her long, dark lashes, not daring to meet his eyes. "It means... she used her beauty to seduce men with powerful martial arts, then stole their internal power and made it her own."
Hu Xiaotian said, "But how did she steal their internal power? If she wasn't using the Void Art, what method did she use?"
Overcome with embarrassment, Huo Shengnan pointed at the Thin Silk in his hand.
Hu Xiaotian knowingly asked, "By using the methods shown here?"
Huo Shengnan spat, "You already know perfectly well. Why insist on asking?"
Hu Xiaotian said, "How would I know if you didn't tell me?"
Huo Shengnan struggled to sit up in bed, mortified. "I'm leaving. I'm not