A-Qing’s crimson-tipped nails glided over the Chiwen Seal on the armrest of the dragon throne, the gold-inlaid armor striking the jade with a sound as crisp as silver bells. Shen Xitang’s Silver Silk remained coiled around the throat of a Twelve-Chongming Guard, yet she hesitated to tighten it—the guards' pupils glowed with an eerie indigo, identical to the manifestation of the Return to Void Gu.
"Sister Shen’s Silver Silk armor is as beautiful as ever." A-Qing cupped her chin and chuckled, the pearls dangling from her Nine-Phoenix hairpin brushing against the scar beneath her collarbone. "It’s a pity the one burned that day was a fake. The real Silver Silk armor..." She suddenly tore open the lapels of her dragon robe to reveal the Seven-Star pattern on the inner soft armor. "It’s worn by me."
Xiao Heng’s Broken Blade hummed in the rain. The blood seeping from the Kui Pattern on his back had soaked his Flying Fish Garment, yet he still took a half-step forward to shield Shen Xitang. "In the winter of the sixteenth year of Zhengde, inside the swaddling clothes the Brocade Guard brought back from Mobei..." He pointed his blade at A-Qing. "That was you, wasn't it?"
Chapter 116