Qinghe finally felt at ease, realizing that the amnesia-inducing potion conjured by Weisheng Yueren was somewhat similar, only theirs was more advanced, neatly handled with a single talisman. Qinghe closed her eyes in feigned surrender and lay slowly on the ground, though her mind was still battling.
'Damn it,' she thought. She had been cultivating for so long, her willpower was firm, and such a small test of consciousness was nothing to her. However, it was still her first time encountering such a thing and indeed took some effort to manage.
The man who had long coveted Qinghe saw her lying alone in the icy snow and immediately scampered forward, wanting to cover her with his jacket. Of course, he was not so gentlemanly; it was simply because the jacket carried his scent, which would make it easy to find her after he was done with his business.