The Jade mouth!

Nevertheless,

Ling'er's words lingered in the air like the final breath of a dying incense coil, bold and trembling, yet unwilling to curl into retreat.

Yi Xin Xue, rising from Zhao Fan's lap, her movement light as drifting mist over spring waters, let a faint smile grace her lips, one that held neither approval nor scorn, only the wisdom of a woman who had seen many suns bloom and fade, like a mountain a costume to weathers.

Yet, she can't deny, that the young are really bold blooming like sunflowers.

"Holy Maiden is indeed blooming with boldness," she said, brushing her sleeves as though dusting away the weight of an unseen challenge.

"But boldness is a wind, only strong for a moment, then gone. Let us see if your roots run as deep as your blossoms shine..."