"Yi-Cheng-xin-" Li Piaoqing gritted her teeth and gripped the blade in her chest, staring fixedly at the person before her.
Entering the spirit.
The next instant, Shen Yao's appearance fell away, and the girl revealed her cold, shadowed true face.
"Only noticing now? Isn't it a little late-"
Yi Chengxin abruptly froze.
Li Piaoqing stared straight into her eyes.
From the beginning, those eyes had never left hers, like two sharp swords seeking to stab into her eyes and pierce through them.
Now, they truly had pierced inside.
Li Piaoqing had never thought she could use this third-realm Heart Candle technique, until she discovered that [Quail Head] remained usable within the trial of her mindscape.
It was not a stepping stone for cultivating the Heart-Transmitting Candle; rather, even the ultimate goal of cultivating the Heart-Transmitting Candle was merely to use it better.
This extraordinary ability Black Cat had lent her possessed a standing beyond imagination.
Entering the spirit.
Right within her own trial of the heart, Li Piaoqing projected her spirit into Yi Chengxin's Heart Candle.
When she came to her senses, she was already inside the Yi Family's ancient residence.
It was still night.
Li Piaoqing had grown familiar with the furnishings here, and with its silence. Now heavy snow drifted down, covering everything in white blankets, while the red lanterns and spring couplets scattered among that whiteness actually lent the secluded old residence a little festive cheer.
And from somewhere came the mighty, mournful howl of wind. It poured straight into both ears, as though enveloping the entire residence, the entire mountain, the whole world.
Li Piaoqing had yet to master the Heart Candle, and she had not enjoyed the "guidance of the Candle Sword" described in the scripture. She could only rely on herself to find where