On the deck of the Dawn, nine lightning talismans had scorched dark burn marks into the metal surface. Qian Xiao'e knelt in the center of the thunder formation, violet arcs of electricity dancing between her fingertips. The deck, washed by the previous night's torrential rain, still retained a faint, acrid smell of burning—the lingering trace of Lei Ziyan performing lightning arts for the very last time.
"The seventh revolution, thunder marches on the Pivot," Liu Tong murmured, holding a yellowed manual of thunder techniques with a hoarse voice. It was Lei Ziyan's favorite annotated notebook from when she was alive, the margins still adorned with doodles of cartoon lightning bolts and little suns.
Qian Xiao'e bit the tip of her tongue, spraying a mouthful of vital blood onto the floating Natal Thunder Talisman. The talisman trembled violently, and the bursting lightning blast flung her three zhang away. Amidst the excruciating pain of her right arm instantly turning to carbon, in a daze she saw Lei Ziyan standing in the lightning with her hands clasped behind her back, frowning just like she used to during training: "That's not how you use lightning arts, you silly girl."
Chapter 801