Ye Yun was indeed bold. Although Tang Qingxue had taught her some needle techniques before, she had never used them. This was her first time using them on Yin Hun the Nineteenth's head, yet she remained bold and natural, her technique swift and without a trace of hesitation...
Tang Qingxue watched from outside, without speaking, silently facing Yin Hun the Nineteenth. Inside, her feelings were painful.
It was as if a relationship had taken root within her heart, and now it had to be pulled out, thread by thread. The tearing pain was heart-wrenching.
However, this brief moment of distant gazing quickly passed. Ye Yun softly gave a few instructions, then walked out of the cell.
As she looked up at Tang Qingxue, about to speak, Tang Qingxue motioned for her to hush, and Ye Yun nodded in understanding.
