Gu Yiren's shoulders trembled ever so slightly, but the movement became much more pronounced by the time it reached her hands.
The knife tip slid, drawing a streak of red over Luo Bin's heart.
"You've suffered all these years."
Luo Bin raised his hand and stroked the top of Gu Yiren's head.
Gu Yiren trembled even harder!
The knife tip actually moved away from Luo Bin's chest!
A smile immediately appeared on Luo Bin's face.
"As I thought, you kept something in reserve."
"You saved this move for him, didn't you?"
Gu Yiren straightened up.
Her eyes grew redder and redder. The icy feeling disappeared, yet she still seemed unfamiliar. Even that trace of familiarity from the Shaman was gone.
"Don't pretend to be him."
Her slightly trembling voice was delicate, perfectly befitting a frail woman, and different from Gu Yiren's timidity.
"I know you're not him."
An even deeper sorrow permeated that delicate voice.
Even the corner of Gu Yiren's mouth showed a faint trace of blood.
Luo Bin fell silent, an apologetic look appearing on his face.
The withering of the Cuckoo Flower and the fullness of Gu Yiren's fontanel both indicated that her soul was complete.
The reason he had pretended to be the "Tomb Guardian" to test whether Gu Shanhong's consciousness was resolute enough, rather than trying to awaken Gu Yiren, was simple.
Gu Yiren was ultimately an ordinary woman. However strong the will of her soul fragment might be, it could never overcome the Shaman.
Gu Shanhong was different.
Though she had split off four portions of her soul, which seemed like a lot, the Cuckoo Flower had remained brilliantly red. That proved her main soul was still intact.
Having decisively split her soul to flee with a soul fragment of the "Tomb Guardian" back