The red bridal veil slowly fell to the floor.
Evan Lin stared at the woman's face before him, suddenly frozen in place.
He didn't move for a long while.
Because...
The woman before him had no face at all.
The Faceless Maiden.
Right now, the Faceless Maiden still held her head up, staring directly at Evan Lin.
"What did you see?" she asked curiously.
"Where's your face?" Evan Lin frowned.
"My face was destroyed by her—just like I was killed in your memories." She sighed, sounding a little sad.
Evan Lin was at a loss for words, unsure what to say.
The woman before him reminded Evan Lin of the faceless woman statue in the Southriver Sword Sect.
Not Lyria?
Evan Lin felt his mind go numb, tangled with countless thoughts he couldn't sort out.
"But it's okay," she said.
She said: "In Mooncold Palace, there's the Mirror-Flower, Water-Moon Pool. It's a grand dao of heaven and earth, containing the logic of karmic cycles. You can see me there."
"Yeah, I'm definitely the one who likes you most."
After she finished speaking, she stepped aside, revealing a white-jade staircase hidden behind her.
The white-jade staircase stretched upward, and at the top, there was a pool of water shrouded in white mist.
"Just go up from here," she said.
Her voice grew weaker and her figure started to fade.
"Do you... need any help?"
Evan Lin looked at her, hesitating for a moment.
Evan Lin sensed that she was in bad shape, as if she could disappear at any moment.
It was a sign that her spiritual qi had completely dissipated.
"No need. I've long grown tired of staying here. Just being able to see you again before I vanish is enough for me."
Her voice carried a hint of joy: "I've been here for so many years, so many years, so many years—so many that I can't even remember how long I've stayed here."
"I should've faded away long ago, but I still wanted to say something to you face to face."
As she spoke, her featureless face gazed at Evan Lin.
"Go ahead, I'm listening," Evan Lin said.