The golden threads were very thin and very tough. The only way to bury them under the skin was to sew them in with a needle. It was an extremely painful process. Who would do something like that to themselves if it were not necessary?
Ning Que looked at Ye Hongyu and said, "It seems like the West-Hill Divine Palace has accepted Long Qing once more."
Ye Hongyu asked, "What does Long Qing have to do with this matter?"
Ning Que answered, "Only Long Qing knows that I know Tao Tie. That is why you buried the golden threads in yourself."
"Long Qing knows that you know Tao Tie? He didn't tell the Divine Hall."
Ye Hongyu frowned slightly as she said, "As I've said before – the golden threads were buried many years ago, when we returned from the Wilderness."
Ning Que, a bit surprised, said, "Lotus had already died back then. Why did you go through the pain of burying golden threads in your body?"