Chapter 14: Weak is sin that brings misfortune and death.
Her face was horrified as she lay prostrate before him.
Pale as frostbitten jade, her trembling countenance glistened with sweat and terror.
Her heartbeat thrashed faster than a wild horse, every pulse a desperate cry for survival.
"Speak not of innocence," came the elder's voice, hollow and vast, like a temple bell tolling for the forgotten dead.
"For even carrion birds wear white,"
Yanyu's forehead pressed harder against the cold tiles, her voice nearly drowned in fear. "This servant... dares not lie. The Holy Son... he was slain not by mine hand, but by a shadow veiled in illusions. It's Ye Chen... yeah, it's Ye Chen..."
The words tumbled out, senseless and instinctive, a lie birthed from panic and not cunningness.
She can't fathom on why she even said it but it doesn't matter nonetheless.
A flicker passed through Elder Wang's pupils; an ancient ripple of thought buried beneath cold fury.
He stepped forward.
Without a gesture, a talisman burst to life above her head, the Mind-Scouring Vision, blooming into a lotus of gold fire.