Luo Binghe squeezes his eyes shut, trying hard to remember. If Magnus saw his memories, they must be within him somewhere. But it's useless, even with Magnus easing Xin Mo's other effects; the wound it inflicted on his memory has already scarred. And even without Xin Mo's influence, his mind is fractured, unable to focus with Shen Yuan still and cold in his arms.
He has been avoiding using Xin Mo. He would not have drawn it for no reason. He must have been fighting someone, someone powerful, and then Xin Mo turned on him and he passed out, unable to save Shen Yuan from...
But a cultivator of Shen Yuan's caliber should have been able to endure it. Nothing makes sense, least of all the body in his arms. "Yes," he says, "Nina." She's very powerful too, even though her powers of healing are gone, and she's clever, and perhaps she can fix this. Luo Binghe looks down at Shen Yuan's slack face, his insides turning to ice. There has to be someone who can, or nothing makes sense.
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He has been avoiding using Xin Mo. He would not have drawn it for no reason. He must have been fighting someone, someone powerful, and then Xin Mo turned on him and he passed out, unable to save Shen Yuan from...
But a cultivator of Shen Yuan's caliber should have been able to endure it. Nothing makes sense, least of all the body in his arms. "Yes," he says, "Nina." She's very powerful too, even though her powers of healing are gone, and she's clever, and perhaps she can fix this. Luo Binghe looks down at Shen Yuan's slack face, his insides turning to ice. There has to be someone who can, or nothing makes sense.