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"": "Just as joy welled up in Shangguan Xingyue's heart, a sudden series of sharp cracks rang out. Every one of the Seven Yin Arts Talismans split down the middle!
The pitch-black lotus pedestal Ritual Artifact poured out thick gray-black mist. She felt as though she were suffocating. That face pressed tightly against hers, and she let out a muffled groan. The Bronze Mirror in her hand grew too hot to hold and fell to the floor!
Another sharp crack rang out!
The Primordial Fiend-Subduing Talisman had split as well!
She seemed to sink into utter confusion. All she could hear was chanting that made her head feel as though it would burst.
With a scream, she fell backward onto the floor. The next instant, she rose stiffly to her feet. Her entire presence and expression had changed, and she walked woodenly toward the stairs.
"Senior Uncle... where are you going?"
A little way down the stairs, Zhang Ze stared blankly at Shangguan Xingyue as she passed him.
He could not explain why, but her face seemed different, a few years younger. Yet something about it felt indescribably wrong, making him deeply uncomfortable.
Shangguan Xingyue did not answer. She descended the stairs with light footsteps, left the Primordial Calculation Shop, and disappeared into the crowd.
Zhang Ze had come to ask her about some aspects of Feng Shui he did not understand.
But what he had just witnessed left him bewildered.
He hurried to the doorway, but Shangguan Xingyue was nowhere to be seen.
He pulled the door shut and hastily continued after her.
But Shangguan Xingyue had vanished.
Zhang Ze chased her all the way down the street without catching a glimpse of her.
The sunlight was painfully bright. Suddenly, waves of dizziness washed over