Du Juan kept her composure, though her palms were starting to sweat.
Lin Zhaoyue resumed rubbing Fang Yuan's head gently, her voice lowering to a disturbingly loving tone:
"Worry not, dear husband… I'll make sure to eradicate every single person who dares covet our land."
Du Juan quickly stepped forward again.
"A-about that, Matriarch Fang," she said carefully, "there is… an issue."
Lin Zhaoyue's eyes narrowed.
"What issue?"
"It's your cultivation," Du Juan said softly. "We don't know how it happened… but it is currently as if you have never cultivated."
Lin Zhaoyue scoffed.
"That's ridiculous. I would have sensed—"
She lifted her free hand and reached inward and tried to stir her qi only to move nothing.
Her breath caught and her eyes widened in horror.
"…What?"
She tried again, focusing harder, searching deeper yet there was still nothing.
Not even a flicker or a spark was produced.
