Chapter 537: The Meaning Conveyed
On the fourth day, Huang Rongyu finally slowly opened her eyes.
This is... the college dormitory?
Huang Rongyu propped herself up, her consciousness gradually returning to the scene she last saw in the Forest of Fireflies.
Recalling what the white-robed man said in the scene, and considering that he could play the Fu Guang Seven-Stringed Zither, Huang Rongyu guessed that the white-robed man was Jing Que, the former God Lord of the Nine Heavens.
But the question is, why did he suddenly see the mirror gate?
It was because he unintentionally summoned the Fuguang Seven-Stringed Zither, which then conveyed to him the scenes of the former contractor's life.
Huang Rongyu rubbed his throbbing temples, feeling a bit of a headache. He heard footsteps outside the room and looked up to see Mu Jingshen, dressed in dark black, striding in.
Seeing that his close friend had woken up, Mu Jingshen breathed a sigh of relief. He walked to the chair in front of the bed and sat down: "How are you?"
Huang Rongyu gently shook her head: "It's nothing."
“You were unconscious for three days, and everyone was very worried about you.” Mu Jingshen looked at him and said calmly, “I’ll talk to Xiao Fei and the others later, and they should be relieved.”
Huang Rongyu did not speak, but sat quietly without moving.
Mu Jingshen rarely saw him like this, and asked in surprise, "Are you feeling unwell? Should I go find the elders to take a look at you?"
Huang Rongyu snapped out of his daze, looked at Mu Jingshen, and suddenly said, "Could you bring me the mirror?"
Mu Jingshen: "..."
Although he found it strange, he still picked up the mirror on the table and handed it to Huang Rongyu.
Huang Rongyu took the mirror and stared intently at her reflection.
The face was still the same familiar face, but for some reason, he had a strange feeling in his heart—was he really "Huang Rongyu"?
Seeing his blank expression, Mu Jingshen couldn't help but wave his hand in front of his eyes a few times: "Are you really alright?"
Huang Rongyu put down the mirror, closed his eyes, and a few seconds later, he opened his eyes, the blank look in his eyes disappearing.
He smiled slowly and said, "It's alright, I'm fine."
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Meanwhile, Ye Fei was sitting in her dormitory, playing with the Crimson Flame Golden Crystal she had brought back from the Forest of Fireflies.
When the Crimson Flame Crystal is held up to the light, several long and thin white threads can be clearly seen wrapped within it.
This Crimson Flame Gold Crystal wasn't very large. Ye Fei calculated in her mind that the white mulberry silk inside the entire stone could probably only be made into two Xuanming Prison Silks.
If you want to manipulate the Xuanming Prison Silk with one hand, two silk threads are not enough; you need at least four.
The Xuanming Prisoner's Silk is a rare thread-like concealed weapon. When launched, it can easily pierce the human body, similar in effect to Li Yuan's Soul-Locking Silk.
However, the most terrifying aspect of the Xuanming Prison Silk is not its ability to pierce the human body, but its ability to work with poisons—by applying venom to the silk threads, even if it does not kill the person after piercing them, the toxins can still quickly corrode the enemy's body.
Ye Fei put the Crimson Flame Golden Crystal into her storage ring and narrowed her eyes slightly.
The Xuanming Prison Silk is a type of hidden weapon that Xie Qingui is currently very skilled at mastering; perhaps only his master, Song Yu, could forge it.
Before going to the Eight Desolate Divine Realm, she needs to draw up the blueprints first, and then go to Broken Yue Tower as "Dongfang" to discuss it with Song Yu.
"Xiao Fei!"
Yu Muhan's voice came from outside the door. Ye Fei looked up and saw Yu Muhan happily say, "Rong Yu is awake!"
Ye Fei's eyes lit up, and she immediately stood up: "Is he in the dorm?"
“He’s not here. He went to the sparring room after he woke up.” Yu Muhan said, taking Ye Fei’s hand. “Come on, let’s go to the sparring room to find him!”
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