The golden bells on Jingxin Tower shook more violently, every crisp chime feeling as though it were carving into Madam Shuiyue's heart and lungs.
Staring at the silver lock cracking open at Su Wan'er's neck, she finally panicked—the golden light leaking from that lock was unmistakably the fragment of memory she had sealed away with an illusion array three years ago.
"No!" she shrieked, lunging forward, only to be yanked back by the barrier pinning her to the pillar, stumbling unsteadily.
Chapter 111