Seemingly deaf to the wails and grief of the people around her, Mu Weining only stared blankly at the serene countenance of Great Golden Crow, neither weeping nor moving.
Until the familiar face before her, and the hand she held so tightly, crumbled bit by bit into ash, turning inch by inch into nothingness, leaving only a suit of armor resting in her arms.
When that wisp of smoke and dust finally dispersed, a single droplet of water resembling a blazing sun emerged from within it. It hovered in place for a brief moment before shooting straight toward Mu Weining's brow, vanishing into her skin in a flash.
Chapter 210