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"Since you concealed your aura and cultivation level, I imagine you hid your martial soul as well?"
Bo Xian'er lightly swept her long sleeves, a faint, ambiguous smile curving her crimson lips.
Xue Chuxin's fingertips trembled, her pupils abruptly contracted, and her lips parted. "Auntie?!"
Before she finished speaking, she had already retreated half a step, her pristine white skirt tracing a crescent moon across the bluestone floor.
Bo Xian'er raised her fair wrist, her jade bracelet chiming as she cut off the words left unspoken.
The outer corners of her phoenix eyes tilted upward, cold stars seeming to turn within them. "Chuxin, why are you so anxious?"
Xue Shiqiong hesitated for a moment. As she lightly bit her crimson lip, ripples of soul power suddenly spread around her.
The phantom of her martial soul manifested. Eight-meter ice wings unfurled from empty space, their feathered edges shimmering with icy light. The golden crown above its brow resembled an emperor's diadem with dangling ornaments, bathing her flowing black hair in gilded splendor.
Once martial soul possession took effect, a pair of enormous wings formed from ice crystals sprouted from the young woman's back, while feather patterns of gold and blue quietly spread from the corners of her eyes.
Most captivating were her mismatched eyes-her left blazed like a molten-gold sun spilling fire, while her right resembled ancient ice thick with frost. As their radiance shifted, the faint calls of swans and cries of phoenixes seemed to echo from within.
Golden strands flowed through her hair like a river of stars, and halos resembling shattered jade danced at every tip.
Only after a while did Xue Shiqiong slowly withdraw her martial soul.
Bo Xian'er's brows drew together slightly, though a gentle smile rose to her