"Tell me," Yun Wuya leaned forward slightly, his bottomless eyes locked tightly with hers, speaking every word with an irresistible, almost tortured force, "Three years ago, in the wind and snow outside the pass, in the ruined temple. What did your mother, the 'Red Flame Rakshasa' Mu Hongxiao... Say to you before she died? Tell me without missing a word!"
