His eyes widened in shock, his mouth agape, "It's her!"
The woman's face was filled with excitement as she spoke two words.
At this moment, Jiang Yuan was a bit groggy, and his consciousness was foggy.
A few moments passed, and Jiang Yuan appeared utterly shaken.
It was her! he thought.
But who is she? He suddenly found himself utterly confounded.
Jiang Yuan strained to recall, tapping his forehead several times, but the image of the woman in his mind only grew more vague.
It faded to insignificance and then vanished entirely, and with it vanished even her gender.
Her memory had been thoroughly wiped from his mind.
Jiang Yuan's eyes bulged even wider, horrified to the core.
Setting aside the memory of the woman, he remembered everything else clearly as if it had just happened.
What kind of horrifying entity was she that I can't even retain a memory of her?
Jiang Yuan fixated on Shu Xiaoxiao as the white rays of spiritual power assimilated into her body.