"Boiling the rainbow in the cauldron of calamity, burning the eyebrows of the withered path; a thousand years to collapse, ten thousand peaks to crumble."
"Your bones are jagged, wrapped in snow to claim the crown; my scabs sink into purple, casting the sun into a tombstone."
"Since you partake of the incense, why fear the clay mold? Spit upon the moon to make a seal, all laws are equally defiled!"
When Huo Yan recited these lines, his tone, unlike his previous madness, was now unnervingly calm. He had finally recognized exactly who Jiang Mei was. More importantly, he realized in a flash that he was nothing more than a tiny pawn in this woman's game.
"Demon Tamer."
Chapter 142